Quotes by Robert Lowell

Robert Lowell

And blue-lung’d combers lumbered to the kill.

Blue

Lungs

But sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot

Art

Eye

Writing

Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.

Car

Giants

Grease

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.

Dies

Dull

Writing

I myself am hell; nobody’s here

Hell

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.

Air

August

Swimming

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 gnarled November makes the spiders fly Into the apparitions of the sky, They purpose nothing but their ease and die Urgently beating east to sunrise and the sea.

Air

August

Swimming

I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the ‘enthusiasm’ is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.

Bipolar

Depression

Want

I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.

Enthusiasm

Overcoming

I will catch Christ with a greased worm, And when the Prince of Darkness stalks My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . . On water the Man-Fisher walks.

Fishing

Men

Water

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End Of The Tunnel

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Eye

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Hands

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Quotes by Robert Lowell

Robert Lowell

And blue-lung’d combers lumbered to the kill.

But sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot

Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.

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.

I myself am hell; nobody’s here

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.

I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the ‘enthusiasm’ is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.

I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.

I will catch Christ with a greased worm, And when the Prince of Darkness stalks My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . . On water the Man-Fisher walks.

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