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23. Mai 2024 · May 23, 2024. Essays. The Grace of Accuracy: Robert Lowell and the Structure of Illumination. By Brooke Ramsey. It is startling how little Robert Lowell is read these days, considering he was one of the most prolific and versatile poets of the twentieth century.
22. Mai 2024 · Robert Traill Spence Lowell IV (; March 1, 1917 – September 12, 1977) was an American poet. He was born into a Boston Brahmin family that could trace its origins back to the Mayflower. His family, past and present, were important subjects in his poetry. Growing up in Boston also informed his poems, which were frequently set in ...
Vor 6 Tagen · I come to Robert Lowell’s poetry innocent of any particular judgements about him, or even knowledge of him. I know only that he’s a highly regarded American poet of the last century. A few months ago I came across an inexpensive copy of his collected poems, and picked it up. So here we go.
13. Mai 2024 · Robert Traill Spence Lowell IV (; March 1, 1917 – September 12, 1977) was an American poet. He was born into a Boston Brahmin family that could trace its origins back to the Mayflower. His family, past and present, were important subjects in his poetry. Growing up in Boston also informed his poems, which were frequently set in Boston and the New England region. The literary scholar Paula ...
16. Mai 2024 · The Grace of Accuracy: Robert Lowell and the Structure of Illumination May 20, 2024 Mixing and Matching in Ann Patchett’s “Commonwealth” May 16, 2024 The Poem as Lantern: Q&A with Leslie Williams
10. Mai 2024 · Theme #1: Creative Anxiety and Self-Doubt [Appears in Lines 1-28] Robert Lowell's "Night Sweat" demonstrates the toll of creative anxiety and self-doubt. The poem's speaker keeps waking up drenched in sweat, a condition implied to be the result of deep anxiety tied to his writer's block.
13. Mai 2024 · Sailing Home From Rapallo. [ February 1954] Your nurse could only speak Italian, but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week, and tears ran down my cheeks.... When I embarked from Italy with my Mother-s body, the whole shoreline of the Golfo di Genova. was breaking into fiery flower.
