What redeems literary anthologists, if we’re able to claim neither the creativity of the poet nor the analytic rigor of the cultural theorist? Having dedicated myself for years to constructing elaborate critical arguments, how did I get...
Being born at all amounts to peering out from a cliff Over the sea. The great jellyfish who spread their arms Out on the sea tell us how deep our ignorance is.
Pursuing the effect of Gerard Manley Hopkins’s “He heightens worth who guardedly diminishes,” Charles Wright’s early lyrics are taut, controlled, and highly compressed. Although their diction is neither unnatural nor stilted, the poems are...
Landscape was never a subject matter, it was a technique, A method of measure, a scaffold for structuring. I stole its silences, I stepped to its hue and cry.
