US Poets Laureate and the Presidents They Served Under, by My Poetic Side
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Friday, March 3, 2017
March 2: Robert Lowell at 100: why his poetry has never been more relevant
Lowell’s confessional work of the 1960s marked a sea change in American
letters – then he fell out of favour. But on the eve of his centenary,
his work offers an urgent political message in a time of Trump
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2017/mar/01/robert-lowell-at-100-poetry-centenary
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2017/mar/01/robert-lowell-at-100-poetry-centenary
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
March 1: Reading Myself by Robert Lowell
Like thousands, I took just pride
and more than just,
struck matches that brought my
blood to a boil;
I memorized the tricks to set the
river on fire—
somehow never wrote something
to go back to.
Can I suppose I am finished with
wax flowers
and have earned my grass on the
minor slopes of Parnassus....
No honeycomb is built
without a bee
adding circle to circle, cell to cell,
the wax and honey of a
mausoleum—
this round dome proves its maker
is alive;
the corpse of the insect lives
embalmed in honey,
prays that its perishable work
live long
enough for the sweet-tooth bear
to desecrate—
this open book...my open coffin.
From <i>New Selected Poems of Lowell</i>, edited by Katie Peterson.
and more than just,
struck matches that brought my
blood to a boil;
I memorized the tricks to set the
river on fire—
somehow never wrote something
to go back to.
Can I suppose I am finished with
wax flowers
and have earned my grass on the
minor slopes of Parnassus....
No honeycomb is built
without a bee
adding circle to circle, cell to cell,
the wax and honey of a
mausoleum—
this round dome proves its maker
is alive;
the corpse of the insect lives
embalmed in honey,
prays that its perishable work
live long
enough for the sweet-tooth bear
to desecrate—
this open book...my open coffin.
From <i>New Selected Poems of Lowell</i>, edited by Katie Peterson.
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