Waking in the Blue (Robert Lowell Poem)
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With ...
Miss Wendy! Miss Wendy! our three peal out across the driveway, down the corridor, down the pew using outside voices ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
Composed of chalk dust, Pencil shavings and The sharp odour Of stale urine; It meets me now and then Creeping ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The ...
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That ...
From my rented attic with no earth To call my own except the air-motes, I malign the leaden perspective Of ...
A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified. Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory ...
"What will you do when you come to die, If all your life long you have rejected Jesus, And know ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when ...
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