Robert Lowell

(1917 - 1977 / Boston / United States)

Dolphin - Poem by Robert Lowell

My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise,
a captive as Racine, the man of craft,
drawn through his maze of iron composition
by the incomparable wandering voice of Phèdre.
When I was troubled in mind, you made for my body
caught in its hangman's-knot of sinking lines,
the glassy bowing and scraping of my will. . . .
I have sat and listened to too many
words of the collaborating muse,
and plotted perhaps too freely with my life,
not avoiding injury to others,
not avoiding injury to myself--
to ask compassion . . . this book, half fiction,
an eelnet made by man for the eel fighting

my eyes have seen what my hand did.


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (6/9/2014 2:34:00 PM)

    Nicely done Robert (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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