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Poetry: January 17, 2007 Issue [#1495]

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About This Newsletter

This is poetry from the minds and the hearts of poets on Writing.Com. The poems I am going to be exposing throughout this newsletter are ones that I have found to be, very visual, mood setting and uniquely done. Stormy Lady Author Icon


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Falling Snow
By Amy Lowell

The snow whispers around me
And my wooden clogs
Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way
Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again
They will be covered and gone.



March Evening
By Amy Lowell

Blue through the window burns the twilight;
Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind.
Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,
Wet, black branches are barred and entwined.

Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot
Dents into pools where a foot has been.
Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not
Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen.

Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers
Scattering wide at a stronger gust.
Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers
Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust.

Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow,
Wrapping the mists round her withering form,
Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow
Travails to birth in the womb of the storm.


On February 9, 1874, Augustus Lowell and his wife Katherine Lawrence welcomed daughter Amy Lowell into their family. The Lowell's were a well respected and wealthy Boston family. As a daughter of wealthy parents, Amy went to private schools. Lowell was not the ideal student; she often terrorized her classmates and she disrespected her teachers. Amy never went to college, it was considered unacceptable for the women in her family. Lowell continued her own education by reading and travelling.

Amy Lowell lost her mother in 1895 and her father five years later. After her father's death, Amy took on her father's duty and became the first female in her family to speak publicly. She became a poet in 1902. In 1912 she published her first book of poetry, "A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass." It was also that same year that Lowell meet actress Ada Dwyer Russell. The two were said to be lovers until Lowell's death. "Sword Blades and Poppy Seed" was published in 1914. For the next few years, Amy was publishing about a book a year. Her titles included "Men, Women and Ghosts" in 1916, "Can Grande's Castles" in 1918, "Pictures of a Floating World" in 1919, and both "Legends"and "Fir-Flower Tablets" in 1921.

Amy Lowell died of cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 51. A year after her death, she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for "What's O'clock." Lowell wrote over 650 published poems in her lifetime. After Amy's death, her lover Ada edited and published Lowell's "East Wind" in 1926 and "Ballads for Sale" in 1927.



Roads
By Amy Lowell

I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks.
They are canopied like a Persian dome
And carpeted with orient dyes.
They are myriad-voiced, and musical,
And scented with happiest memories.
O Winding roads that I know so well,
Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill!
They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune
Gay as a honey-bee humming in June.
'T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet
And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch;
'T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze,
And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch.

A cow in a meadow shakes her bell
And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air,
Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves
Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where
The sun splashed bright on the road ahead
A startled rabbit quivered and fled.
O Uphill roads and roads that dip down!
You curl your sun-spattered length along,
And your march is beaten into a song
By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse
And the panting breath of the dogs I love.
The pageant of Autumn follows its course
And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above.

And the song and the country become as one,
I see it as music, I hear it as light;
Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone,
The land of desire, my soul's delight.
And always it beats in my listening ears
With the gentle thud of a horse's stride,
With the swift-falling steps of many dogs,
Following, following at my side.
O Roads that journey to fairyland!
Radiant highways whose vistas gleam,
Leading me on, under crimson leaves,
To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream.



Thank you all!
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Editor's Picks


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The winner of "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contestOpen in new Window. [ASR] is:


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a friend asked...where do you want your ashes scattered...a sonnet
#1197743 by ridinghhood-p.boutilier Author IconMail Icon


Scatter My Ashes

Amidst the waning hours of the year
watching with loved ones the final countdown,
an extracted promise between the cheers,
irrevocable vows to which they're bound.

Please scatter my ashes at Point State Park
from the bow of the Good Ship Lollipop,
when I am gone and tumbling to the dark,
the merge of three rivers my final stop.

Monongahela and Allegheny
become Ohio, then Mississippi.
Float my remains like pearl grey confetti
running down to the heels of the sea.

Celebrate my life with horns and laughter
drifting to the shores of the ever after.


Author's note: I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pa...and though I have been in Florida for 20 years...Pittsburgh is my heart's home. When I am gone I want my ashes returned there to drift through the three rivers, down the Mississippi, and out to the Gulf of Mexico...along whose shores I now live....full circle...poetic justice.




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