AMERICA’S ANGST AND ROBERT LOWELL’S 265
Across the river,
ledges of suburban factories tan
in the sulphur-yellow sun
of the unforgivable landscape.
A solitary man (if only he couldbe a bird-watcher!) and “A Negro,” the poet ’s
proxies, cannot discover America like Columbus and Walt Whitman. Wastage,
pollution, leave “wild ice” the only genuine sight. We ’re left in an “unforgiv-
able,” unforgiving landscape.