Robert Lowell - Words for Hart Crane lyrics

"When the Pulitzers showered on some dope or screw who flushed our dry mouths out with soap, few people would consider why I took to stalking sailors, and scattered Uncle Sam's phoney gold-plated laurels to the birds. Because I knew my Whitman like a book, stranger in America, tell my country: I, Catullus redivivus, once the rage of the Village and Paris, used to play my role of h*mos**ual, wolfing the stray lambs who hungered by the Place de la Concorde. My profit was a pocket with a hole. Who asks for me, the Shelley of my age, must lay his heart out for my bed and board."