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Alms for OblivionModernity and its discontents. Wednesday, September 3, 2014. A poem by Robert Lowell. Wallowing in this bloody sty,. I cast for fish that pleased my eye. Truly Jehovah's bow suspends. No pots of gold to weight its ends);. Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout. Rose to my bait. They flopped about. My canvas creel until the moth. Corrupted its unstable cloth. A calendar to tell the day;. A handkerchief to wave away. The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm. Pouching a bottle in one arm;. Saturday, August 9, ...
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