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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>North Haven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Memoriam: Robert Lowell </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can make out the rigging of a schooner<br>a mile off; I can count<br>the new cones on the spruce. It is so still<br>the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky<br>no clouds except for one long, carded horse¹s tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The islands haven't shifted since last summer,<br>even if I like to pretend they have--<br>drifting, in a dreamy sort of way,<br>a little north, a little south, or sidewise--<br>and that they¹re free within the blue frontiers of bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This month our favorite one is full of flowers:<br>buttercups, red clover, purple vetch,<br>hackweed still burning, daisies pied, eyebright,<br>the fragrant bedstraw's incandescent stars,<br>and more, returned, to paint the meadows with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The goldfinches are back, or others like them,<br>and the white-throated sparrow's five-note song,<br>pleading and pleading, brings tears to the eyes.<br>Nature repeats herself, or almost does:<br>repeat, repeat, repeat; revise, revise, revise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years ago, you told me it was here<br>(in 1932?) you first &quot;discovered girls&quot;<br>and learned to sail, and learned to kiss.<br>You had &quot;such fun,&quot; you said, that classic summer.<br>(&quot;Fun&quot;--it always seemed to leave you at a loss...)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You left North Haven, anchored in its rock,<br>afloat in mystic blue...And now--you've left<br>for good. You can't derange, or rearrange,<br>your poems again. (But the sparrows can their song.)<br>The words won't change again. Sad friend, you cannot change.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Bishop">Elizabeth Bishop</a><div class=q>
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I can make out the rigging of a schooner
a mile off; I can count
the new cones on the spruce. It is so still
the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky
no clouds except for one long, carded horse¹s tail.

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