Poetic Openings : Amy Lowell to Amy Lowell

Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Sunshine Through A Cobwebbed Window : First Line : What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Sword Blades And Poppy Seed : First Line : A drifting, April, twilight sky,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Talk : First Line : They took dead men’s souls
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. : First Line : How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : The Blue Scarf : First Line : Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded

Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : The Book Of Hours Of Sister Clotilde : First Line : The Bell in the convent tower swung.
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : The Boston Athenaeum : First Line : Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : The Bungler : First Line : You glow in my heart
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : The Captured Goddess : First Line : Over the housetops,
Poet : Amy Lowell : Poem : The City Of Falling Leaves : First Line : Leaves fall,

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