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

The Infinite

From the Italian.  That hill pushed off by itself was always dear to me and the hedges near it that cut away so much of the final horizon. When I would sit there lost in deliberation, I reasoned most on the interminable spaces beyond all hills, on their antediluvian resignation and silence that passes beyond man's possibility. Here for a little while my heart is quiet inside me; and when the wind lifts roughing through the trees, I set about comparing my silence to those voices, and I think about the eternal, the dead seasons, things here at hand and alive, and all their reasons and choices. It's sweet to destroy my mind and go down and wreck in this sea where I drown.

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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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