“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.”
Robert Lowell, “For The Union Dead” (The Atlantic, 1960). The poem turns 50 today.
Today is Veteran’s Day. If you know someone who has served the country, be sure to thank them. (via theatlantic)
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