Poems by Robert Lowell
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The Ruins Of Time
... Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!)II saw the musty shingles of my house, ...
Epilogue
... The painter's vision is not a lens, it trembles to caress the light ...
Identification In Belfast
... ... 'When they first showed me the boy, I thought oh good, ...
After The Surprising Conversions
... A gentleman Of more than common understanding, strict ...
Falling Asleep over the Aeneid
... leep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince ...
My Last Afternoon with Uncle Devereux Winslow
... The finest poster was two or three young men in khaki kilts ...
Randall Jarrell
... . . . They come this path, old friends, old buffs of death ...
To Frank Parker
... The very old made grandfather look vulgarly young, ...
July in Washington
... s eyelid.? It seems the least little shove would land us there, ...
Children of Light
... Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones ...
Mr. Edwards and the Spider
... How long would it seem burning! Let there pass ...
The Old Flame
... Everything's changed for the best - ...
Colloquy in Black Rock
... the dust Is on this skipping heart that shakes my house, ...
Eye and Tooth
... of the sharp-shinned hawk in the birdbook there, ...
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