Robert Lowell White Poems

  • 1.
    History has to live with what was here,
    clutching and close to fumbling all we had--
    it is so dull and gruesome how we die,
    unlike writing, life never finishes.
    ...
  • 2.
    An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince.


    The sun is blue and scarlet on my page,
    ...
  • 3.
    Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of the air
    and the beasts and the whole earth, and every creeping creature that moveth upon the earth.


    I
    ...
  • 4.
    1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house

    I
    â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
    ...
  • 5.
    It was a Maine lobster townâ??
    each morning boatloads of hands
    pushed off for granite
    quarries on the islands,
    ...
  • 6.
    Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;
    the rising sun in war paint dyes us red;
    in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine,
    abandoned, almost Dionysian.
    ...
  • 7.
    (for Elizabeth Bishop)

    Nautilus Island's hermit
    heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;
    ...
  • 8.
    [February 1954]
    Your nurse could only speak Italian,
    but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week,
    and tears ran down my cheeks....
    ...
Total 8 White Poems by Robert Lowell

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The Three Bares
 by Robert Service

Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.
It worked all right. She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd do
With all that bucket load of high explosive residue.
She knew that it was dangerous to scatter it around,
For Grandpa liked to throw his lighted matches on the ground.
Somehow she didn't dare to pour it down the kitchen sink,
And what the heck to do with it, poor Ma jest couldn't think.
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