Robert Lowell quotes

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At it in its familiar twang: "My friend,
Cut your own throat. Cut your own throat. Now! Now!"
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this planned
Babel of Boston where our money talks
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redman's bones;
the mud
Flies from his hunching wings and beak--my heart,
The blue kingfisher dives on you in fire.
O mud
For watermelons gutted to the crust,
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Eliot dead, you saying,
"And who is left to understand my jokes?
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And I, "Who else has been in Purgatory?"
And he, "To begin with a swelled head and end with swelled
feet."
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Its Colonel is as lean
as a compass-needle.
The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage servility
slides by on grease.
Colonel Shaw
and his bell-cheeked Negro infantry
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