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I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.

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
Pathological
Overcome
Attack
Enthusiasm
Overcoming

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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. 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.
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Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel of small war--until the end of time to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime
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Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?
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And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
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Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish a savage servility slides by on grease.
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Middle Age At forty-five, What next, what next? At every corner, I meet my Father, My age, still alive.
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