A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. by Amy Lowell
They have watered the street,
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A Lover by Amy Lowell
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
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Astigmatism by Amy Lowell
The Poet took his walking-stick
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Autumn by Amy Lowell
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia
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Opal by Amy Lowell
You are ice and fire,
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Pyrotechnics by Amy Lowell
Our meeting was like the upward swish of a rocket
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Red Slippers by Amy Lowell
Red slippers in a shop-window; and outside in the street
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Spring Day [Bath] by Amy Lowell
The day is fresh-washed and fair
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Summer by Amy Lowell
Some men there are who find in nature all
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Superstition by Amy Lowell
I have painted a picture of a ghost
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The Congressional Library [excerpt] by Amy Lowell
Where else in all America are we so symbolized
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The Letter by Amy Lowell
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
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The Taxi by Amy Lowell
When I go away from you
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Vernal Equinox by Amy Lowell
The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book
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