Robert Lowell Poems
- The Old Flame My old flame, my wife! Remember our lists of ...
- "To Speak Of Woe That Is ...
- For The Union Dead The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a...
- Skunk Hour (for Elizabeth Bishop) Nautilus Island's ...
- Children Of Light Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks ...
- Memories Of West Street And Le... Only teaching on Tuesdays, ...
- The Quaker Graveyard In Nantuc... Let man have dominion ...
Robert Traill Spence Lowell IV (March 1, 1917 – September 12, 1977) was an American poet, considered the founder of the confessional poetry movement. He was appointed the sixth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress where he served from 1947 until 1948. He won the Pulitzer Prize in both 1947 and 1974, the National Book Award in 1960, and the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1977.
Lowell was born in Boston, Massachusetts to a Boston Brahmin family that included poets Amy Lowell and James Russell Lowell. His mother, Charlotte Winslow, was a descendant of William Samuel Johnson, a signer of the United States ... more »
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The Old Flame
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
One morning last summer, I drove
by our house in Maine. It was still
on top of its hill -
Now a red ear of Indian maize
was splashed on the door.
Old Glory with thirteen stripes
hung on a pole. The clapboard
was old-red schoolhouse red.
Inside, a new landlord,
a new wife, a new broom!
Atlantic seaboard antique shop
pewter and plunder
shone in each room.
A new frontier!
No running next door
now to phone the sheriff
for his taxi to Bath
and the State Liquor Store!