Robert Lowell

Boston / United States
Robert Lowell
Boston / United States
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History

Rating: 2.7
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,
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COMMENTS
park bong-hyun 26 January 2021
for my English lesson even tho I'm korean
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Nicholas 11 November 2020
i simply love your poems
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thomas 19 September 2018
i want to read history
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shruti 14 November 2017
i like this poem very muchhh..... :)
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