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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

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Robert Lowell
Age: 60 †
Born: 1917
Born: March 1
Died: 1977
Died: September 12
Peace Activist
Poet
Translator
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Robert Traill Spence Lowell IV
Latter
Creaking
Air
Hay
Saws
Barn
Tree
Barns
Came
Marching
Spiders
August
Swimming

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