01UndatedI am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,And posting it.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
03UndatedFor books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
04UndatedA black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume...Amy Lowell / quote ↗
05UndatedThe inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by a candle. Puffs of darkness sweep into the corners, and keep rolling through the room behind his chair. The air is silver and pearl, for the night is liquid with moonlight.See how the roof glitters, like ice!Over there, a slice of yellow cuts into the silver-blue, and beside it stand two geraniums, purple because the light is silver-blue, to-night.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
06UndatedAll books are either dreams or swords,You can cut, or you can drug, with words.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
09UndatedDon’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
11UndatedTake everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
12UndatedArt is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
13UndatedMoon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
14UndatedI am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.Amy Lowell / quote ↗
