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“Apples of Hesperides Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light, Swaying to the kissing breeze Swings the treasure, golden-gleaming, Apples of Hesperides!. Far and lofty yet they glimmer, Apples of Hesperides! Blinded by their radiant shimmer, Pushing forward just for these; Dew-besprinkled, bramble-marred, Poor duped mortal, travel-scarred, Always thinking soon to seize And possess the golden-glistening Apples of Hesperides!. Orbed, and glittering, and pendent, Apples of Hesperides! Not one missing, still transcendent, Clustering like a swarm of bees. Yielding to no man's desire, Glowing with a saffron fire, Splendid, unassailed, the golden Apples of Hesperides!”

Quote by Amy Lowell

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Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell was an American poet known for her innovative use of free verse and her influential role in the Imagist movement. Born on February 9, 1874, she was a prominent figure in the literary world of her time. Lowell's work often explored themes of nature, love, and the human condition, and she was known for her bold and unorthodox approach to poetry. She passed away on May 12, 1925. more

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