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  1. 9. Mai 2024 · Amy Lowell (born Feb. 9, 1874, Brookline, Mass., U.S.—died May 12, 1925, Brookline) was an American critic, lecturer, and a leading poet of the Imagist school. Lowell came from a prominent Massachusetts family (her brothers were Abbott Lawrence Lowell, later president of Harvard, and astronomer Percival Lowell ).

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  2. 14. Mai 2024 · Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which promoted a return to classical values. She posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926. Life. Amy Lowell was born on February 9, 1874, in Boston, Massachusetts, the daughter of Augustus Lowell and Katherine Bigelow Lowell.

  3. 22. Mai 2024 · What’s O’Clock by Amy Lowell (1926) Lowell was a major figure in the imagist movement, and it shows. With a focus on simplicity, clarity, and precision through the use of visual images, Lowell drove the movement forward with her determined personality and sense of humor.

  4. 15. Mai 2024 · To celebrate the essence of the season, don’t miss these six beautiful poems. “Lilacs” by Amy Lowell. In “Lilacs,” Amy Lowell paints a vivid picture of the delicate lilac blossoms that emerge with the arrival of spring.

  5. Vor 4 Tagen · The course highlights both major poets—from Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson through T.S. Eliot, H.D., Amy Lowell, Hart Crane, Langston Hughes, Muriel Rukeyser, and many others—and influential movements. The course mixes historical overview with close readings of individual poets and poems.

  6. Vor 2 Tagen · In the passage is heard the clink of armour, the tread of a heavy man. The door bursts open and standing there, his thin hair wavering. in the glare of steely daylight, is my Lord of Clair. Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss --. fall the raindrops.

  7. 24. Mai 2024 · White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers. Are everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leaves. Orange orioles hop like music -box birds and sing. Their little weak soft songs; In the crooks of your branches.