Robert Lowell (1917 - 1977 / Boston / United States)
Robert Traill Spence Lowell IV (March 1, 1917 – September 12, 1977) was an American poet, considered the founder of the confessional poetry movement. He was appointed the sixth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress where he served from 1947 until 1948. He won the Pulitzer Prize in both 1947 and 1974, the National Book Award in 1960, and the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1977.
Lowell was born in Boston, Massachusetts to a Boston Brahmin family that included poets Amy Lowell and James Russell Lowell. His mother, Charlotte Winslow, was a descendant of William Samuel Johnson, a signer of the United States ... more »
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- "To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriag...
- After The Surprising Conversions
- Children of Light
- Falling Asleep Over The Aeneid
- For the Union Dead
- Home After Three Months Away
- Man and Wife
- Memories of West Street and Lepke
- Mr. Edwards and the Spider
- My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Wi...
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At it in its familiar twang: "My friend,Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. After the Surprising Conversions (l. 42-46). . . Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993)...
Cut your own throat. Cut your own throat. Now! Now!"
September twenty-second, Sir, the bough
Cracks with the unpicked apples, and at dawn ...
''this plannedRobert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. As a Plane Tree by the Water (l. 2-3). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
Babel of Boston where our money talks''
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And fenced their gardens with the Redman's bones;''
''the mudRobert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Colloquy in Black Rock (l. 24-26). . . Selected Poems [Robert Lowell]. (Rev. ed. 1977; repr. 1993) Farrar, S...
Flies from his hunching wings and beakmy heart,
The blue kingfisher dives on you in fire.''