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01 Mar 2008 02:51 pm
A Poem For Saturday
Today is Robert Lowell's birthday. From his classic "For the Union Dead:"
The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.
Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass;
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles,
drifting from the noses of the cowed, compliant fish.
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