Frank Bidart on Robert Lowell:

Crucial to the texture of a Lowell poem, throughout his career, are…images or actions or things that resist a single meaning, that haunt because, dense with meaning, they also elude meaning. Autobiography promises that the walls of a house will dissolve; the veil that separates us from what is real will be at last lifted. In a Lowell poem, what the reader is offered—with at times startling candor—is an invented world dense with the luminous opacity of life.

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I won’t be blogging for about a week. I am taking some much needed vacation and going to Rome!