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“Great emotion always tends to become rhythmic, and out of that tendency the forms of art have been evolved. Art becomes artificial only when the forms take precedence over the emotion.”

Quote by Amy Lowell

Book:Tendencies in Modern American Poetry

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Tendencies in Modern American Poetry

This comprehensive study delves into the diverse and dynamic landscape of American poetry during a pivotal period, analyzing the works of numerous influential poets and their contributions to the genre. more

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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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