Robert Lowell

(1917 - 1977 / Boston / United States)

History - Poem by Robert Lowell

History has to live with what was here,
clutching and close to fumbling all we had--
it is so dull and gruesome how we die,
unlike writing, life never finishes.
Abel was finished; death is not remote,
a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,
his cows crowding like skulls against high-voltage wire,
his baby crying all night like a new machine.
As in our Bibles, white-faced, predatory,
the beautiful, mist-drunken hunter's moon ascends--
a child could give it a face: two holes, two holes,
my eyes, my mouth, between them a skull's no-nose--
O there's a terrifying innocence in my face
drenched with the silver salvage of the mornfrost.


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  • (9/19/2018 10:10:00 AM)


    i want to read history (Report) Reply

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  • (11/14/2017 10:01:00 PM)


    i like this poem very muchhh..... :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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