Epilogue

Robert Lowell

Here is a poem by Robert Lowell, who is amazing in a kind of understated way. He’s kind of a big deal. Read and enjoy.

QOTD: How would you like to be remembered after you’re gone?

Epilogue
by Robert Lowell

Those blessèd structures,  plot and rhyme–
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something imagined, not recalled?
I hear the noise of my own voice:
The painter’s vision is not a lens,
it trembles to caress the light.

But sometimes everything I write
with the threadbare art of my eye
seems a snapshot,
lurid, rapid, garish, grouped,
heightened from life,
yet paralyzed by fact.
All’s misalliance.
Yet why not say what happened?
Pray for the grace of accuracy
Vermeer gave to the sun’s illumination
stealing like the tide across a map
to his girl solid with yearning.
We are poor passing facts,
warned by that to give
each figure in the photograph
his living name.

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2 thoughts on “Epilogue

  1. Not particularly feeling memorable today. I think funerals bring those thoughts out and I suppose I’d like someone to notice I’m gone but I don’t know how I’d like to be remembered.

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