Who asks for me, the Shelley of my age,
More quotes by Robert Lowell
If we see light at the end of the tunnel,
It's the light of the oncoming train.
We are like a lot of wild
spiders crying together,
but without tears.
Your old-fashioned tirade—
loving, rapid, merciless—
breaks like the Atlantic Ocean on my head.
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