Their surviving 459 letters, some surprisingly long (Bishop might elaborate hers over weeks, at times swearing she had written Lowell in her imagination), give us the closest view of these wounded creatures — his muscular, bull-in-a-china-shop intellect; her pained shyness and abject modesty, and a gaze like the gleam off a knife.
Dear Elizabeth, by Robert Lowell: One poet writes to another, The New Yorker, December 20 and 27, 2004
His Own Prophet, review by Michael Hofmann of Collected Poems by Robert Lowell, edited by Frank Bidart and David Gewanter, London Review of Books, September 11, 2003
The achievement of Robert Lowell, by Richard Tillinghast, The New Criterion, January 2003
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