“The bones cry for the blood of the white whale, The fat flukes arch and whack about its ears, The death-lance churns… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“All autumn, the chafe and jar of nuclear war; we have talked our extinction to death. I swim like a minnow behind… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Grass Fires" No ease for the boy at his keyhole, his telescope, when the women's white bodies flashed in the bathroom. Young,… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
the scythers, Time and Death, Helmed locusts, move upon the tree of breath — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Naval officers were not mother's sort; very few people were her sort in those days, and that was her trouble - a very authentic,… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“The English departments were clogged with worthy but outworn and backwardlooking scholars whose tastes in the moderns were most often superficial, random, and vulgar.… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Sleeper in the Valley" The river sings and cuts a hole in the meadow, madly hooking white tatters on the rushes. light escalades the… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Reading Myself" Like thousands I took just pride and more than just, struck matches that brought my blood to a boil; I memorized the… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“We are poor passing facts. warned by that to give each figure in the photograph his living name.” — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme— why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?” — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
Life begins to happen. My hoppped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
