By: Amy Lowell

“Careening and circling,/Over the dying/Of England.”

By: Amy Lowell

“Intorting upon their circuits, / Teasing the eye with indefinite motion…”

By: Amy Lowell

“I only see sand…”

By: Amy Lowell

“Z-z-z-z-z! That whine would pierce any covering.”

By: Amy Lowell

“This man is like a mechanical toy…”

By: Amy Lowell

“Whirring of machine belts, blurring of horses and motors…”