It is, in common with all of Miss Lowell’s work, best in its portrayal of colors and sounds, of physical perceptions rather than the reactions of emotional experience. She is the poet of the external world, her visual effects are as "hard and clear" as the most uncompromising Imagist could desire. Whether she writes about a fruit shop, or a flower-garden in Roxbury, or a window full of red slippers, or a string quartet, or a Japanese print, everything flashes, leaps, startles, spins and burns with an almost savage intensity; a dynamic speed dizzies one. Motion frequently takes the place of
It is, in common with all of Miss Lowell’s work, best in its portrayal of colors and sounds, of physical perceptions rather than the reactions of emotional experience. She is the poet of the external world, her visual effects are as "hard and clear" as the most uncompromising Imagist could desire. Whether she writes about a fruit shop, or a flower-garden in Roxbury, or a window full of red slippers, or a string quartet, or a Japanese print, everything flashes, leaps, startles, spins and burns with an almost savage intensity; a dynamic speed dizzies one. Motion frequently takes the place of