Amy Lowell
6 quotations
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Moon! Moon! am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
Even Pain pricks to livelier living.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
All books are either dreams or swords.
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.