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Amy Lowell

They took dead men’s souls
And pinned them on their breasts for ornament;
Their cuff-links and tiaras
Were gems dug from a grave;
They were ghouls battening on exhumed thoughts;
And I took a green liqueur from a servant
So that he might come near me
And give me the comfort of a living thing.

Next 10 Poems

• Amy Lowell : Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H.
• Amy Lowell : The Blue Scarf
• Amy Lowell : The Book Of Hours Of Sister Clotilde
• Amy Lowell : The Boston Athenaeum
• Amy Lowell : The Bungler
• Amy Lowell : The Captured Goddess
• Amy Lowell : The City Of Falling Leaves
• Amy Lowell : The Coal Picker
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 01
• Amy Lowell : The Cremona Violin: Part 02

Previous 10 Poems

• Amy Lowell : Sword Blades And Poppy Seed
• Amy Lowell : Sunshine Through A Cobwebbed Window
• Amy Lowell : Summer
• Amy Lowell : Suggested By The Cover Of A Volume Of Keats's Poems
• Amy Lowell : Stupidity
• Amy Lowell : Study In Whites
• Amy Lowell : Stravinsky's Three Pieces 'grotesques', Third Movement
• Amy Lowell : Stravinsky's Three Pieces 'grotesques', Second Movement
• Amy Lowell : Stravinsky's Three Pieces 'grotesques', First Movement
• Amy Lowell : Storm-racked