62 Quotes by Robert Lowell

Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.

Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.

The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.

In the end, there is no end.

If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It’s the light of the oncoming train.

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city’s throat.

Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel of small war – until the end of time to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime.