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At it in its familiar twang: "My friend,
Cut your own throat. Cut your own throat. Now! Now!"
September twenty-second, Sir, the bough
Cracks with the unpicked apples, and at dawn
T...
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. After the Surprising Conversions (l. 42-46). . .
Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993)...
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''this planned
Babel of Boston where our money talks''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. As a Plane Tree by the Water (l. 2-3). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
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''Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redman's bones;''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Children of Light (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford Uni...
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''the mud
Flies from his hunching wings and beakmy heart,
The blue kingfisher dives on you in fire.''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Colloquy in Black Rock (l. 24-26). . .
Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993) Farrar, S...
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O mud
For watermelons gutted to the crust,
Mud for the mole-tide harbor, mud for mouse,
Mud for the armored Diesel fishing tubs that thud
A year and a day to wind and tide; the dus...
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Colloquy in Black Rock (l. 11-16). . .
Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993) Farrar, S...
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''Eliot dead, you saying,
"And who is left to understand my jokes?
My old Brother in the arts . . . and besides, he was a smash of
poet."''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Ezra Pound (l. 7-9). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2...
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''And I, "Who else has been in Purgatory?"
And he, "To begin with a swelled head and end with swelled
feet."''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Ezra Pound (l. 13-14). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. ...
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''Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Its Colonel is as lean
as a compass-needle.''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. For the Union Dead (l. 29-32). . .
Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993) Farrar, Strau...
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''The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage servility
slides by on grease.''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. For The Union Dead, st. 17, For The Union Dead (1964).
Last stanza.
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''Colonel Shaw
and his bell-cheeked Negro infantry
on St. Gaudens shaking Civil War relief,
propped by a plank splint against the garage's earthquake.''
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Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. For the Union Dead (l. 21-24). . .
Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993) Farrar, Strau...
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