Love Poems by Amy Lowell

Lying awake at night thinking. I do it a lot of the time.  Not necessarily related to the subject to this love poem but there have been times in former years. We have all heard empty meaningless promises that been been broken or not kept. Sometimes these were promises that the person just could not keep as being outside their control but other times well…

Crepuscule du Matin

All night I wrestled with a memory
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.
The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught
With old emotions weeping silently.
I heard your voice again, and knew the things
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt.
I felt your clinging hands while night’s broad wings
Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt.
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.