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Our Wheels No Longer Move

Inauguration Day: January 1953

by Robert Lowell (1917 – 1977)

The snow had buried Stuyvesant.
The subways drummed the vaults. I heard
the El’s green girders charge on Third, 201 more words



I was speaking gibberish to the moon
after the fourth ginger beer of the night,
thinking it made a change to feel

nothing. The silence I received in return… 104 more words


Milady Millay: or, Edna, come over here.

(Sorting out poetry books on the mistaken assumption that they can be fitted into the space available in such a way that the ones I want will always be at the front. 1,398 more words


Skunk Hour: Robert Lowell

Here’s as rich an evocation of depression and dark anxiety as I’ve come across. Lowell, frequently hospitalised for ‘manic depression’, lived a full life, experiences and feelings ordered by superb imagery and structure. 308 more words


Children of Light by Robert Lowell

Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen’s bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva’s night, 53 more words