“I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. But where The wind is westerly, Where gnarle...”
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Robert Lowell 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 in 1946.[1] ([Source][1].) [1]:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Lowell
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“I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. But where The wind is westerly, Where gnarle...”
“We are all old-timers, each of us holds a locked razor.”
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“And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.”
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“The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.”
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“If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.”
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“If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.”
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