Amy Lowell

“You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow”

“Venus Transiens Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds He tossed his lady Of better worth Than the words I blow about you To cover your too gr...”

“Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.”

“All books are either dreams or swords.”

“Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.”

“Youth condemns; maturity condones.”