Robert Lowell Quotes

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. - Robert Lowell

[Next, I looked up Elizabeth Bishop's poem] North Haven... The caftan in clear red silk with a richness of eyelet embroidery at outstretched sleeve. Did someone say party? - Robert Lowell

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