Amy Lowell- Vernal Equinox

[fiquet]

The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist,
lies between me and my book;
And the South Wind, washing through the room,
Makes the candles quiver.
My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of
green shoots
Outside, in the night.

Why are you not here to overpower me with your
tense and urgent love?

Comments

Amy Lowell

[anonymous]

Lowell wrote such passionate poetry, and yet during her lifetime it was received with virtually no comment. I am writing a biography of Lowell funded by the National Endowment for the Humanities. I've also published a collection of essays about her and her poetry, "Amy Lowell Among Her Contemporaries," available from amazon.com, bn.com, and iuniverse.com

Re: Amy Lowell

[fiquet]

I'd greatly appreciate it if you shared some of your poetry analysis of her works/ or maybe a brief article on her with me,and/or in my scribble-journal. I stumbled upon her only recently, in the past week, and would be keen to find more about her,as I am captivated by her poetry.

~Fiquet