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Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning. — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

Christ! What are patterns for? — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know. — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

You are ice and fire
The touch of you burns my hands like snow — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

Decade
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. — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go. — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Hans Zinsser

We have chosen to write the biography of our disease because we love it platonically - as Amy Lowell loved Keats - and have sought its acquaintance wherever we could find it. And in this growing intimacy we have become increasingly impressed with the influence that this and other infectious diseases, which span - in their protoplasmic continuities - the entire history of mankind, have had upon the fates of men. — Hans Zinsser

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it. — Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell Love Quotes By Amy Lowell

Vernal Equinox
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? — Amy Lowell