The air is silver and pearl, for the night is liquid with moonlight.
Amy Lowell, Sword Blades and Poppy Seedoriginally published: 1914
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Amy Lowell, Men, Women & Ghosts: Poems; “The Cremona Violin”
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When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Amy Lowell, from A Decade
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A Decade
by Amy Lowell
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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A very happy 150th birthday to the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet and major book collector Amy Lowell, one of our most important benefactors. Many of our literary treasures come from her collection, including a number of miniature books created by Charlotte Brontë (here styling herself "The Genius C.B.") as a child. And thanks to a generous acquisition endowment, we've been able to add to the collection in the nearly a century since her death.
Houghton also holds her own papers, including an example of the cigars she scandalized polite society by smoking in public. Sadly, we don't have the love letters she wrote to her partner Ada Dwyer Russell, as she ordered them destroyed after her death.
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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Amy Lowell, Fragment
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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Amy Lowell, from "Lilacs" in The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Amy Lowell, Opal
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"You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, the silver of moon-touched magnolias.
--Amy Lowell
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