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3.92  ·  Rating details ·  137 ratings  ·  12 reviews
First edition bound in green cloth with gold lettering. 8vo size, 72 pp. Book is VG. Spine is dusty and dull. Brief gift inscription dated 1964 on front fly, bookstore stamp on front pastedown page. Contents clean, tight, unmarked. No dj.
Published by Farrar Straus & Giroux (first published 1964)
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Sep 28, 2017 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: poetry
Now the midwinter grind
is on me, New York
drills my nerves,
as I walk
the chewed-up streets.

At forty-five,
what next, what next?
At every corner,
I meet my Father,
my age, still alive.

Father, forgive me
my injuries,
as I forgive
those I
have injured!

You never climbed
Mount Sion, yet left
death-steps on the crust,
where I must walk.
- Middle Age, pg. 7

* * *

I long for the black ink,
cuttlefish, April, Communists
and brothels of Florence -
everything, even the British
fairies who haunted the hills,
even the ch
Apr 30, 2019 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
My first true exposure to Lowell. Enjoyed this quite a bit, especially “Jonathan Edwards in Western Massachusetts.”
John Pistelli
Apr 08, 2019 rated it liked it
The tag next to Robert Lowell's corpus in the museum of literary history designates him the most influential American poet of the 20th century's second half—less the founder of a school (Confessional Poetry) than an author the gravity of whose work legitimated anyone who followed him in abandoning the modernist impersonality extolled by Eliot and exploring instead the uncharted paths among personal experience, poetic form, and history.

Lowell's contemporaries and successors could have gotten this
Andrew Wright
Jan 24, 2016 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: owned
These are poems that make me feel so close to their author that I find myself quite taken aback when I'm forced to remember "Robert Lowell is dead." I love the sense of horror and wonder in his poems. Lowell sees a world rife with trouble and pain and yet replete with beauty and wonder. Spiders are mentioned several times in the book, and yet they feel like omnipresent companions, reminders that nature permeates our lives and watches, immutable.
Dec 10, 2018 rated it really liked it
This was my first reading of a book of poetry by Robert Lowell. I'd been familiar with his name for years and his books were often recommended to me. In this collection, Lowell covers a broad range of topics across these poems, namely social issues and historical subjects, while still a few other poems are of a confessional nature.

I'm glad that I took the time to finally request one of his many poetry collections from the library. I've now read it through more than a few times and have come to
Ephraim Zamzer
Feb 18, 2019 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: bzgift
nothing is on fire
Miguel Vega
I really liked this collection and continues Lowell's confessional writings.
Nov 18, 2018 rated it it was ok  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: poetry
A tad "problematic" in parts but it's still sort of Robert Lowell using his powers for good
Cooper Renner
Mar 07, 2011 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Not really a four star book, except in comparison with most other 20th century poetry books! There is a tendency for the poems' parts to be more than their wholes, but Lowell's imagistic power is strong.
J. Alfred
Reminds me of a lighthearted (maybe) Wallace Stevens. Not really my style, but still mesmerizing sometimes. Has the effect of making me feel more stupid than usual.
Pete Cochran
Mar 09, 2012 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
I liked most of the Poems. I will have to write down my favorite poem before I return it to the Library.
Jul 18, 2010 rated it it was ok  ·  review of another edition
Clearly a master poet, still... this set left me not as engaged as I like to be with poetry.
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Robert Lowell, born Robert Traill Spence Lowell, IV, was an American poet whose works, confessional in nature, engaged with the questions of history and probed the dark recesses of the self. He is generally considered to be among the greatest American poets of the twentieth century.

His first and second books, Land of Unlikeness (1944) and Lord Weary's Castle (for which he received a Pulitzer Prize
“Then morning comes,
saying, "This was a night.”
“That was the first growth,
the heir of all my minutes,
the victim of every ramification-
more and more it grew green, and gave too much shelter.

And now at my homecoming,
the barked elms stand up like sticks along the street.
I am a foot taller than when I left,
and cannot see the dirt at my feet.

Yet sometimes I catch my vague mind
circling with a glazed eye
for a name without a face, or a face without a name,
and at every step,
I startle them. They start up,
dog-eared, bald as baby birds.”
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