I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon. Amy Lowell belovedchafedrop Change image and share on social
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls. Amy Lowell beakdescendhate Change image and share on social
Youth condemns; maturity condones. Amy Lowell condemncondonematurity Change image and share on social
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. Amy Lowell bearcheerhard Change image and share on social
