Fall 1961 • Vol. XXIII No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1961 |

Saturday Night in the Village

From the Italian.   The day is ready to close; the girl takes the downward path homeward from the vineyard, and jumps from crevice to crevice like a goat, as she holds a swath of violets and roses to decorate her hair and bodice tomorrow as usual for the Sabbath. Her grandmother sits, facing the sun going out, and spins and starts to reason with the neighbors, and renew the day, when she used to dress herself for the holiday and dance away the night--still quick and healthy, with the boys, companions of her fairer season. Once again the landscape is brown, the sky drains to a pale blue, shadows drop from mountain and thatch, the young moon whitens. As I catch the clatter of small bells, sounding in the holiday, I can almost say my heart takes comfort in the sound. Children place their pickets and sentinels, and splash round and round the village fountain. They jump like crickets, and make a happy sound. The field hand, who lives on nothing, marches home whistling, and g

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Considered by many to be the most important poet in English of the second half of the twentieth century, Robert Lowell studied at Kenyon College under John Crowe Ransom and received an undergraduate degree in 1940. He published over fifteen books of poetry in his lifetime and received the Pulitzer Prize in 1947 at the age of thirty.

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