Robert Lowell - For the Union Dead"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam."
The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.
in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.
Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass;
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles
drifting from the noses of the cowed, compliant fish.
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles
drifting from the noses of the cowed, compliant fish.
My hand draws back. I often sigh still
for the dark downward and vegetating kingdom
of the fish and reptile. One morning last March,
I pressed against the new barbed and galvanized
for the dark downward and vegetating kingdom
of the fish and reptile. One morning last March,
I pressed against the new barbed and galvanized
fence on the Boston Common. Behind their cage,
yellow dinosaur steamshovels were grunting
as they cropped up tons of mush and grass
to gouge their underworld garage.
yellow dinosaur steamshovels were grunting
as they cropped up tons of mush and grass
to gouge their underworld garage.
Parking spaces luxuriate like civic
sandpiles in the heart of Boston.
A girdle of orange, Puritan-pumpkin colored girders
braces the tingling Statehouse,
sandpiles in the heart of Boston.
A girdle of orange, Puritan-pumpkin colored girders
braces the tingling Statehouse,
shaking over the excavations, as it faces Colonel Shaw
and his bell-cheeked Negro infantry
on St. Gaudens' shaking Civil War relief,
propped by a plank splint against the garage's earthquake.
and his bell-cheeked Negro infantry
on St. Gaudens' shaking Civil War relief,
propped by a plank splint against the garage's earthquake.
Two months after marching through Boston,
half the regiment was dead;
at the dedication,
William James could almost hear the bronze Negroes breathe.
half the regiment was dead;
at the dedication,
William James could almost hear the bronze Negroes breathe.
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Its Colonel is as lean
as a compass-needle.
in the city's throat.
Its Colonel is as lean
as a compass-needle.
He has an angry wrenlike vigilance,
a greyhound's gentle tautness;
he seems to wince at pleasure,
and suffocate for privacy.
a greyhound's gentle tautness;
he seems to wince at pleasure,
and suffocate for privacy.
He is out of bounds now. He rejoices in man's lovely,
peculiar power to choose life and die--
when he leads his black soldiers to death,
he cannot bend his back.
peculiar power to choose life and die--
when he leads his black soldiers to death,
he cannot bend his back.
On a thousand small town New England greens,
the old white churches hold their air
of sparse, sincere rebellion; frayed flags
quilt the graveyards of the Grand Army of the Republic.
the old white churches hold their air
of sparse, sincere rebellion; frayed flags
quilt the graveyards of the Grand Army of the Republic.
The stone statues of the abstract Union Soldier
grow slimmer and younger each year--
wasp-waisted, they doze over muskets
and muse through their sideburns . . .
grow slimmer and younger each year--
wasp-waisted, they doze over muskets
and muse through their sideburns . . .
Shaw's father wanted no monument
except the ditch,
where his son's body was thrown
and lost with his "niggers."
except the ditch,
where his son's body was thrown
and lost with his "niggers."
The ditch is nearer.
There are no statues for the last war here;
on Boylston Street, a commercial photograph
shows Hiroshima boiling
There are no statues for the last war here;
on Boylston Street, a commercial photograph
shows Hiroshima boiling
over a Mosler Safe, the "Rock of Ages"
that survived the blast. Space is nearer.
When I crouch to my television set,
the drained faces of Negro school-children rise like balloons.
that survived the blast. Space is nearer.
When I crouch to my television set,
the drained faces of Negro school-children rise like balloons.
Colonel Shaw
is riding on his bubble,
he waits
for the blessèd break.
is riding on his bubble,
he waits
for the blessèd break.
The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage servility
slides by on grease.
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage servility
slides by on grease.
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Trump is a disgraceful fraud :
"Retired Major General Paul D. Eaton, who lost his father in Vietnam, on Trump decision to engage in politics on Memorial day:
Washington, DC - According to reports, Donald Trump will use Memorial Day -- the day America honors its fallen -- to hold a political event, to finally explain what happened to the money he claimed to have raised for veterans, at another political event, in January. A Washington Post investigation found that Mr. Trump did not raise the money he promised, nor had he even given the $1 million donation he promised.
Major General (Ret.) Paul D. Eaton, a former commander in Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom, is also a Gold Star Family member, having lost his own father in Vietnam. He is also a Senior Advisor to VoteVets.org.
He released the following statement, on Trump's decision to use Memorial Day for politics:
"Memorial Day is the most solemn day that veterans and military families have during the year. We remember those who gave their lives in service to this country. It is a day when many families still grieve deeply for their loved ones who did not come home. It is a day when I remember my father, who was classified as Missing in Action, in Vietnam, for a great number of years until his remains were found and returned to my family.
"There are 364 other days of the year that Mr. Trump could have used for this political event, and hid behind veterans' causes for public relations purposes. Anyone with the slightest sensitivity to what families of the fallen feel on Memorial Day, and to what this day means, would never hijack it from them, for politics.
"But, from comparing his sexual exploits of the 1980s to those who served in Vietnam, to saying that his time at a military-themed private school was like serving in the military itself, to saying he doesn't like people who were captured in war, and to trying to kick disabled veterans making a living as street vendors out from in front of Trump Tower, Mr. Trump has shown himself to be devoid of all sensitivity towards those who fought, sacrificed, and died in service to America."
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