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By Amy Lowell

I want no horns to rouse me up to-night,   

And trumpets make too clamorous a ring   

To fit my mood, it is so weary white   

I have no wish for doing any thing.


A music coaxed from humming strings would please;   

Not plucked, but drawn in creeping cadences   

Across a sunset wall where some Marquise

Picks a pale rose amid strange silences.


Ghostly and vaporous her gown sweeps by   

The twilight dusking wall, I hear her feet   

Delaying on the gravel, and a sigh,

Briefly permitted, touches the air like sleet


And it is dark, I hear her feet no more.   

A red moon leers beyond the lily-tank.   

A drunken moon ogling a sycamore,   

Running long fingers down its shining flank.


A lurching moon, as nimble as a clown,

Cuddling the flowers and trees which burn like glass.

Red, kissing lips, I feel you on my gown—

Kiss me, red lips, and then pass—pass.


Music, you are pitiless to-night.

And I so old, so cold, so languorously white.


 


Amy Lowell, “Nuit Blanche” from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell. Copyright © 1955 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Copyright © renewed 1983 by Houghton Mifflin Company, Brinton P. Roberts, and G. D'Andelot, Esquire. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

Source: Selected Poems of Amy Lowell (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2002)

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Poet Bio

Amy Lowell
Born in Brookline, Massachusetts, Lowell was the last of five children. The New England family possessed vast wealth and was distinguished in education and the arts: Amy’s great-uncle, James Russell Lowell, was a leading nineteenth-century poet, her brother became President of Harvard, and a younger cousin, Robert Lowell, became a major poet after World War II. A flamboyant woman whose behavior belied her upbringing in a proper and prestigious New England family, she flouted convention with her proto-feminist poetry and unabashedly public persona. Like H.D.’s, Lowell’s best poetry glitters with color and features vivid, concise depictions of nature.

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