Poetry
… supple dough, thin skin, silly skull. only so many poems come each year. women, i feel a pressing, & yet some days— …
… in to be the tenant of the place. As all abandoned houses become haunted houses for children and for the older and … and emeralds and diamonds. Cross my heart and hope to die!-—You go out there and look for yourself. … one of them punkin jacky-lanterns! Just a stump where his hefcd ought to grow. But he could sing— that laddie. His lips …
… Insight Four Quartets. By T. S. Eliot. Harcourt, Brace and Company. $2.00. Sireil Songs. By Edith Sitwell. The … rained on Europe is your hair; And so I love you till I die— (Unfaithful I, the cannon’s mate): Forgive my love of … critic would call “wit.” Something of that same lack is also evident in the poetic exercises of Mr. John Berryman. …
Poetry
… Greger (1923–2015) I. West of Chekhov A month since Father died. Back in our old house, sisters, where were we? Desert …
… vet told us about an elderly lady whose dog had recently died and who needed a companion and watchdog for her country … In the 11 tests that we administered, he scored 51.5 points out of a maximum possible score of 55. The relish … I headed for the front door wearing a tie or carrying a briefcase. He observed how we did things and knew the advantages …
… part of his history he appraises the work of 160 poets, as compared with 130 in the previous volume. Aside from the … of this efflorescence of genius in the twenties, Perkins points out that in this single year were published the last … poems were virtually unreadable when read aloud! In Life Studies Lowell turned his autobiography into limber, spoken …