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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

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Imitations

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

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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

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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

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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

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