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Selected Poems of Amy Lowell

This book compiles a selection of poems written by Amy Lowell, showcasing her literary contributions and poetic style. more

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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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“For after all, why do we go on fighting? If we die for democracy then we must be one of the democracies. Let the rest fight with us, if that is the case. But the most powerful of them, the only one that could save us, chooses to bide its time. Very good. That is its right. But by so doing, that democracy signifies that we are fighting for ourselves alone. And we go on fighting despite the assurance that we have lost the war. Why, then, do we go on dying? Out of despair? But there is no despair. You know nothing about defeat if you think there is room in it for despair. There is a verity that is higher than the pronouncements of the intelligence. There is a thing which pierces and governs us and which cannot be grasped by the intelligence. A tree has no language. We are a tree. There are truths which are evident, though not to be put into words. I do not die in order to obstruct the path of the invasion, for there is no shelter upon which I can fall back with those I love. I do not die to preserve my honor, since I deny that my honor is at stake, and I challenge the jurisdiction of my judge. Nor do I die out of desperation.”

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“And so, when the chips are down, I must say, though not without a sense of repugnance, that if you wish to show your belief in democracy, you also have to do so when you are in the minority, convinced both intellectually and, not least, in your innermost self, that the majority, in the name of democracy, is crushing everything you stand for and that means something to you, indeed, all that gives you the strength to endure, well, that gives a kind of meaning to your life, something that transcends your own fortuitous lot, one might say. When the heralds of democracy roar, triumphantly bawling out their vulgar victories day after day so that it really makes you suffer, as in my own case, you still have to accept it; I will not let anything else be said about me, he thought.”

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“I was observing my own trial through a closed window, oddly indebted and drowning in despair as I watched her write about me. To be penned about is to be taken down memory lane, and that lane is a form of life. It did not matter whether her pen censured me or erased me. Even her hatred would prove that I had once been real to her. What scared me was not rejection, but love, for love would demand that I gather my broken self and stand beside her without dying.”

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