Robert Lowell - Middle age lyrics

Now the midwinter grind is on me, New York drills through my nerves, as I walk the chew-up street. At 45 what next, what next at every corner I meet my father, my age, still alive. father, forgive me my injuries, as I forgive those I have injured! You never climbed mount sion, yet left dinosaur d**h-steps on the crust, where I must