April
by Amy Lowell (1874 – 1925)

A bird chirped at my window this morning,
And over the sky is drawn a light net-work of clouds.
Come,
Let us go out into the open,
For my heart leaps like a fish that is ready to spawn.
I will lie under the beech-trees,
Under the grey branches of the beech-trees,
In a blueness of little squills and crocuses.
I will lie among the little squills
And be delivered of this overcharge of beauty,
And that which is born shall be a joy to you
Who love me.

Amy Lowell, born Feb. 9, 1874, Brookline, Mass., U.S.—died May 12, 1925, Brookline, U.S. critic and poet. Born into the prominent Lowell family of Boston, she devoted herself to poetry at age 28 but published nothing until 1910. Her first volume, A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass (1912), was succeeded by Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (1914), which included her first poems in free verse and what she called “polyphonic prose.” She became a leader of Imagism and was noted for her vivid and powerful personality and her scorn of conventional behaviour. Her other works include Six French Poets (1915), Tendencies in Modern American Poetry (1917), and John Keats, 2 vol. (1925).

Amy Lowell’s biography is from Wikipedia.

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deletereply billatplay wrote on Mar 30, ’09 Nature is on the side of those who seek the meaning of life and in this poem we read that importance of living. Not for profit gain or position but for what one can give to life. Beautiful  and selected at a time filled with worry. Thank you for reminding us the importance of real value.

deletereply sanssouciblogs wrote on Mar 30, ’09 Beautiful poem! Gorgeous post! Wonderful poet; I’d like to read more of her work. I bet the town/city of Lowell was named for this family. It was a prominent  manufacturing town years back. Now it is a fabulous place to visit and see all the exhibits.

deletereply bostonsdandd wrote on Apr 1, ’09 LOL This is how warped my thinking is. To me this reads like she had a secret lover. “Let us go out into the open.” So they only met behind closed doors? I don’t know. It’s probably just me ;o). Another LOVELY post by a BEAUTIFUL lady!

deletereply skeezicks1957 wrote on Apr 5, ’09 I agree on the secret lover idea.  It does sound like that.  Her name sounds familiar but I do not remember the poem.  It is  a  nice one!

deletereply forgetmenot525 wrote on Apr 7, ’09 ohhhhh what beautiful bluebells, I remember woodland like this where the ground was a carpet of blue………do you think there are still such places, how wonderful. I think I would love to visit a bluebell wood again And YES……………..I think she had a secret lover, but the secret is what makes it all so lovely and exciting.