how fine our distinctions when we cannot choose Author: Robert Lowell Copy Quote More from Robert Lowell “Summer Between Terms"The day's so calm and muggy I sweat tears,the summer's clo…” “Buttercups"When we were children our papas were stoutAnd colorless as seaweed o…” “Children"Years back here we were childrenand at the stage of runningin gangs ab…” “And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.”