Robert Lowell Poems
|1.||July In Washington||3/26/2015|
|4.||Sailing Home From Rapallo||4/8/2010|
|5.||My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow||4/8/2010|
|6.||Mr. Edwards And The Spider||4/8/2010|
|7.||Falling Asleep Over The Aeneid||4/8/2010|
|8.||After The Surprising Conversions||4/8/2010|
|9.||The Drunken Fisherman||1/3/2003|
|10.||To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage||1/3/2003|
|11.||Home After Three Months Away||1/3/2003|
|12.||Waking In The Blue||1/3/2003|
|14.||Man And Wife||1/3/2003|
|16.||"To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage&Quot;||1/20/2003|
|18.||The Quaker Graveyard In Nantucket||1/3/2003|
|20.||Memories Of West Street And Lepke||1/3/2003|
|22.||For The Union Dead||1/3/2003|
|23.||Children Of Light||1/3/2003|
|24.||The Old Flame||1/3/2003|
The Old Flame
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
One morning last summer, I drove
by our house in Maine. It was still
on top of its hill -
Now a red ear of Indian maize
was splashed on the door.
Old Glory with thirteen stripes
hung on a pole. The clapboard
was old-red schoolhouse red.
Inside, a new landlord,
a new wife, a new broom!
Atlantic seaboard antique shop
pewter and plunder
shone in each room.
A new frontier!
No running next door
now to phone the sheriff
for his taxi to Bath
and the State Liquor Store!
Children Of Light
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night,
They planted here the Serpent's seeds of light;
And here the pivoting searchlights probe to shock
The riotous glass houses built on rock,
And candles gutter by an empty altar,
And light is where the landless blood of Cain