Robert Lowell - The Eel
Robert Lowell - The Eel
Robert Lowell - The Eel
Time is water.
The Eel
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If they called you a fox,
it will be for your monstrous hurtle,
your sprint that parts and unites,
that kicks up and freshens the gravel,
(your black lace balcony, overlooking
the home for deformed children, a meadow,
and a tree, where my carved name quivers,
happy, humble, defeated)
as a weasel or a woman,
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