“I will not think of sunset, I crave the dawn,
With its rose-red light on the wings of a swan,
And a queen pacing slowly through the Parthenon,
Her dress a stare of purple between pillars of stone.”
Amy Lowell (1918)
#photography #sunset #dawn #poetry #AmyLowell #PotD #silhouette #skyline #gold
Happy birthday, Amy Lowell! 🎂🎉🎈🎊
The Pulitzer Prize-winning imagist poet
#BOTD on March 9, 1874.
"Lilacs" was the poet's favorite of her own works:
#Poetry #AmyLowell
#AmyLowell (09/02/1874 - 1925), american poet.
#botd
with ALT :
"All books are either dreams or swords,
You can cut, or you can drug, with words."
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/amy-lo...
✒️ #AmyLowell, American poet, critic, and educator, was #BOTD 9 February 1874. #Poetry #Literature
Inktober Day 2,5678: Firefly
A Lover
Amy Lowell
1874 –1925
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
I could see
to write you a letter.
#inktober2025
#AmyLowell
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight, Contented with perfume, Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies. Firefly lights open and vanish High as the tip buds of the golden glow Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet. Moon-shimmer on leaves and trellises, Moon-spikes shafting through the snow ball bush. Only the little faces of the ladies’ delight are alert and staring, Only the cat, padding between the roses, Shakes a branch and breaks the chequered pattern As water is broken by the falling of a leaf. Then you come, And you are quiet like the garden, And white like the alyssum flowers, And beautiful as the silent sparks of the fireflies. Ah, Beloved, do you see those orange lilies? They knew my mother, But who belonging to me will they know When I am gone.
#Poetry
#Poem
#BlueskyPoetry
#AmyLowell
The Garden by Moonlight by Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell (1874-1925), US writer
Died #otd Amy Lowell (1874-1925), US writer, 100 years ago today #AmyLowell life story...
Everything feels different, more possible, more hopeful and fertile, when winter passes into spring!
#poetrymonth #poetry #amylowell #poets #mindfulmoments
"She [Amy Lowell] was known for having two passions in life -- #Keats and cigars." #AmyLowell
Amy Lowell (1874–1925)
Amy Lowell: the bold voice of Imagism, painting vivid pictures with her precise, evocative verse. 🌸 She broke boundaries, exploring themes of individuality and beauty in free-flowing lines that still resonate today. Celebrate the artistry of this pioneering poet! #AmyLowell #poetry
“For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.”
#amylowell #botd
February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925
#american #poet
Posthumously awarded Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
#quote #books
Cigar-smoking globe-trotting boisterously lesbian poet Amy Lowell was BOTD in Boston. Read about her life, loves and the insults she endured from her male contemporaries. #bornonthisday #amylowell #supergays
"All books are either dreams or swords,
You can cut, or you can drug, with words."
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/amy-lo...
✒️ #AmyLowell, American poet, critic, and educator, was #BOTD 9 February 1874. #Poetry #Literature
The Matrix by #AmyLowell
[don’t know if she’s my favorite, but definitely top 5]
Share a poem from your favorite poet.
Opal
By Amy lowell
"You are ice and fire
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.
#opal #amylowell
I have been temperate always But I am like to be very drunk With your coming There have been times I feared to walk down the street Lest I should reel with the wine of you And jerk against my neighbours As they go by. I am parched now, and my tongue is horrible in my mouth But my brain is noisy With the clash and gurgle of filling wine-cups.
