"A brackish reach of shoal off Madaket-- The sea was still breaking violently and night Had steamed into our North Atlantic Fleet, When the drowned sailor clutched the drag-net. Light Flashed from his matted head and marble feet, He grappled at the net With the coiled, hurdling muscles of his thighs: The corpse was bloodless, a botch of reds and whites, Its open, staring eyes Were lustreless dead-lights Or cabin-windows on a stranded hulk Heavy with sand."
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Poem: The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket
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Robert Lowell
Robert Traill Spence Lowell, IV (March 1, 1917 – September 12, 1977) was an American poet.
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