Robert Lowell

Poet, Robert Lowell was born in 1917 into one of
      Boston's oldest and most prominent families.
         Lowell was politically involved--he became
                    a conscientious objector during the Second World War and was
          imprisoned as a result, and actively protested against the war in Vietnam--and his personal life was full of marital and psychological
        turmoil. A heavy drinker, he also suffered from severe episodes of manic
                    depression, for which he was repeatedly hospitalized.

Waking in the Blue 
     Robert Lowell
 
 

     The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore,

     rouses from the mare’s-nest of his drowsy head

     propped on The Meaning of Meaning.

     He catwalks down our corridor.

     Azure day

     makes my agonized blue window bleaker.

     Crows maunder on the petrified fairway.

     Absence! My hearts grows tense

     as though a harpoon were sparring for the kill.

     (This is the house for the “mentally ill.”)
 
 

     What use is my sense of humour?

     I grin at Stanley, now sunk in his sixties,

     once a Harvard all-American fullback,

     (if such were possible!)

     still hoarding the build of a boy in his twenties,

     as he soaks, a ramrod

     with a muscle of a seal

     in his long tub,

     vaguely urinous from the Victorian plumbing.

     A kingly granite profile in a crimson gold-cap,

     worn all day, all night, 

     he thinks only of his figure,

     of slimming on sherbert and ginger ale--

     more cut off from words than a seal.

     This is the way day breaks in Bowditch Hall at McLean’s;

     the hooded night lights bring out “Bobbie,”

     Porcellian ’29,

     a replica of Louis XVI

     without the wig--

     redolent and roly-poly as a sperm whale,

     as he swashbuckles about in his birthday suit

     and horses at chairs.
 
 

     These victorious figures of bravado ossified young.
 
 

     In between the limits of day,

     hours and hours go by under the crew haircuts

     and slightly too little nonsensical bachelor twinkle

     of the Roman Catholic attendants.

     (There are no Mayflower

     screwballs in the Catholic Church.)
 
 

     After a hearty New England breakfast,

     I weigh two hundred pounds

     this morning.  Cock of the walk,

     I strut in my turtle-necked French sailor’s jersey

     before the metal shaving mirrors,

     and see the shaky future grow familiar

     in the pinched, indigenous faces

     of these thoroughbred mental cases,

     twice my age and half my weight.

     We are all old-timers,

     each of us holds a locked razor.
 
 

 



 
 

 


 

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