Poetic Openings : Amy Lowell to Amy Lowell

Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 37 : First Line : Then shame swept over her and held her numb,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 38 : First Line : For days thereafter Eunice lived retired,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 39 : First Line : It grew ripe Summer, when one morning came
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 40 : First Line : His misery. Yes, she was wrong to keep
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 41 : First Line : Hard silence he had forced upon his lips

Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 42 : First Line : Simple and kind, a brother just returned
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 43 : First Line : Daily they met. And gravely walked and talked.
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 44 : First Line : One afternoon of grey clouds and white wind,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 45 : First Line : Eunice paced up and down. No joy she took
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Pickthorn Manor: 46 : First Line : But he had seen her as she swiftly ran,

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