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What was is ... since 1930; the boys in my old gang are senior partners. They start up bald like baby birds to embrace retirement.
At the altar of surrender, I met you in the hour of credulity. How your misfortune came out clearly to us at twenty.
At the gingerbread casino, how innocent the nights we made it on our Vesuvio martinis with no vermouth but vodka to sweeten the dry gin--
the lash across my face that night we adored . . . soon every night and all, when your sweet, amorous repetition changed.
Robert Lowell
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: retirement, baby, night, change
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Comments about this poem (Homecoming
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Robert Lowell
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Thuraya Hamad (4/27/2008 6:50:00 PM)
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O Robert
we speak of alike titles, but o how sweet is this amorous credulity?
you speak well dear
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