<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>History</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">History has to live with what was here,<br>clutching and close to fumbling all we had--<br>it is so dull and gruesome how we die,<br>unlike writing, life never finishes.<br>Abel was finished; death is not remote,<br>a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,<br>his cows crowding like skulls against high-voltage wire,<br>his baby crying all night like a new machine.<br>As in our Bibles, white-faced, predatory,<br>the beautiful, mist-drunken hunter's moon ascends--<br>a child could give it a face: two holes, two holes,<br>my eyes, my mouth, between them a skull's no-nose--<br>O there's a terrifying innocence in my face<br>drenched with the silver salvage of the mornfrost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Lowell">Robert Lowell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507805" data-title="History de Robert Lowell" data-description="History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull and gruesome how we die, unlike writing, life never finishes. Abel was finished; death is not remote, a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic, hi..."></div> </div> </div>

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