...orange, his cobbler's bench and awl, there is no money in his work, he'd rather marry. One dark night, 25 my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull, I watched...hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town My mind's not right. 30 A car radio bleats, ' Love, O careless Love ...' I hear my ill-spirit sob in...

...filled with orange cork, orange, his cobbler's awl, there is no money in his work, he'd rather marry. One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull,...hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town ... My mind's not right. A car radio bleats, "Love, 0 careless Love ..." 1 hear my ill-spirit sob in...

...(1. 42—44) CMoP; HAP; LiTM; MoAB; MoP; MOS; NAAL-2; NoAM; NOBA; NoP; OxBA; TAP; UnPo Skunk Hour 39 ainting courage, and dispel'd thir fears. (Bk. I, 1. 527-530) 57 Thir dread c Lowell POETRY QUOTATIONS 40 I myself am hell; nobody's here - (1. 35-36) 41 I stand on top of our back...

...view. Hiding is as close as he comes to transcendence. He cannot see, but can only "spy on love cars": "Lights turned down, they lay together hull to hull, / where the graveyard shelves on the town." At this twilight zone of exteriority the speaker gets no further than Satan who reached "utmost orb...

...orange cork, orange, his cobbler's bench and awl; there is no money in his work, he'd rather marry. One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;...to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . . My mind's not right. A car radio bleats, "Love, O careless Love. . . ."I hear my ill-spirit sob...

...venas, como si le apretara el cuello con la mano... Yo soy mi propio infierno; Aquí no hay nadie — One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull; I watched the love-cars. Lights turned down, they lay together, hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on...

...the "season" turns into Lowell's own "ill-spirit" and his disturbing sense that "my minds not right": One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;...to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. My mind's not right. A car radio bleats, "Love, O careless Love ..." I hear my ill-spirit sob in each...

...process is reversed. Here, for example, is the famous fifth stanza of Robert Lowell's "Skunk Hour": One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;...to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . My mind's not right.5 Manuel Pfister translates this as follows: In einer dunklen Nacht erklomm...

...process is reversed, Here, for example, is the famous fifth stanza of Robert Lowell's "Skunk Hour": One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull: I watched for love-cars. Lights mrned down, they lay together, hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town... My mind's not...

...orange cork, orange, his cobbler's bench and awl; there is no money in his work, he'd rather marry. One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;...to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . . My mind's not right. A car radio bleats, "Love, O careless Love. ..." I hear my ill-spirit sob...