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North Haven

Rating: 3.3

In Memoriam: Robert Lowell

I can make out the rigging of a schooner
a mile off; I can count
the new cones on the spruce. It is so still
the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky
no clouds except for one long, carded horse¹s tail.

The islands haven't shifted since last summer,
even if I like to pretend they have--

drifting, in a dreamy sort of way,
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Shirzad Alipour 16 August 2020

I think Ms Bishop is the best poet to appear in the first 3 quarters of the 20th century.

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Michael Morgan 05 December 2017

Approached only by Schuyler as a eulogist

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