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July in WashingtonBY ROBERT LOWELLThe stiff spokes of this wheel touch the sore spots of the earth. On the Potomac, swan-white power launches keep breasting the sulphurous wave. Otters slide and dive and slick back their hair,raccoons clean their meat in the creek. On the circles, green statues ride like South Americanliberators above the breedingContinue reading “July in Washington : Robert Lowell : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”