For the Union Dead (Robert Lowell Poem)
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
The hushed dark hugs the streets. Somewhere a cat snaps the silence. Dogs begin to bark, like a pack moving ...
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel-- and ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
Misuse happens our resources, our vision focused on the wrong our temporal, urgent society-driven desires instant gratification excess, and hangover ...
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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