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Eye and Tooth
My whole eye was sunset red,
the old cut cornea throbbed,
I saw things darkly,
as through an unwashed goldfish globe.


I lay all day on my bed.

I chain-smoked through the night,
learning to flinch
at the flash of the matchlight.


Outside, the summer rain,
a simmer of rot and renewal,
fell in pinpricks.

Even new life is fuel.


My eyes throb.

Nothing can dislodge
the house with my first tooth
noosed in a knot to the doorknob.


Nothing can dislodge
the triangular blotch
of rot on the red roof,
a cedar hedge, or the shade of a hedge.


No ease from the eye
of the sharp-shinned hawk in the birdbook there,
with reddish-brown buffalo hair
on its shanks, one asectic talon

clasping the abstract imperial sky.

It says:
an eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth.


No ease for the boy at the keyhole,
his telescope,
when the women's white bodies flashed
in the bathroom.
Young, my eyes began to fail.


Nothing! No oil
for the eye, nothing to pour
on those waters or flames.

I am tired.
Everyone's tired of my turmoil.
Written by: Robert Lowell

Book: Shattered Sighs