… official opening ceremonies of the Exposition found a welcome seat in my being since I had already watched Little … printed poems ended up in the trash. The Heinz people, also from Pittsburgh like Ferris, used them to wrap up the … felt she might be paying homage to the young men who had died for Standard Oil and Verse , the magazine. But the …
… same route—through politics. In October 1883, when he was 26 and in his first term of graduate study at Johns Hopkins … in a memorable remark. But because he lacked private income, he explained, law would have unfitted himself for … and graduate lecture courses, where covering bodies of material was required, he performed with competence …
… in their use of houses as metaphors for poetry and for community. Where Ashbery abdicates the traditional metaphor … solace in confinement not just as a literary principle but also as a personal one; Lauterbach refusing to emancipate … has no hands or legs and the near silence of the statues dies away as I move closer. This metaphor of his house of …
… not knowing it meant how much in me I didn’t feel could come forward, not in this life. About Cather: she has … The red-earth dryness only told her how easily one could die of thirst, that for me released an inner fragrance in … things. I think you and I could walk there, our scrawny bodies somehow sure of carrying enough in them to get us to …
… story teller. Borges’s production is slender and slow forthcoming. To use the sort of metaphor he would probably … of My Hope, and The Argentine Language, written in 1925, 1926, and 1929 respectively—so he could destroy them, as they … Borges’s grandfather went against Rosas with a sword and died for it. Borges opposed Peron with his pen. His words …
… Poetry Going and Coming Pocms. By W. H. Audcn. New York: Random House. $2.50. … times as valuable. His work is much immersed in CAI, but is also emergent. One moment it is a tangled mess of seaweed in … and form was strange, Not human, for I saw it would not die, But last forever and forever change. This is not quite …