Robert Lowell: On "Skunk Hour"
The first four stanzas are meant to give a dawdling more or less amiable picture of a declining Maine sea town. I move from the ocean inland. Sterility howls through the scenery, but I try to give a tone of tolerance, humor, and randomness to the sad prospect. The composition drifts, its direction sinks out of sight into the casual, chancy arrangements of nature and decay. Then all comes alive in stanzas V and VI. This is the dark night. I hoped my readers would remember St. John of the Cross's poem. My night is not gracious, but secular, puritan, and agnostical. An Existentialist night.
|Title||Robert Lowell: On "Skunk Hour"||Type of Content||Criticism|
|Criticism Author||Thomas Parkinson||Criticism Target||Robert Lowell|
|Criticism Type||Poet||Originally Posted||04 Jun 2020|
|Publication Status||Excerpted Criticism||Publication||Robert Lowell: A Collection of Critical Essays|
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