First Impressions: Essays on Poetry, Criticism, and ProsodyA.A. Knopf, 1925 - 249 pagine |
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Essays on Poetry, Criticism, and Prosody Llewellyn Jones. 1 Edwin Arlington Robinson EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON was the poet of.
Essays on Poetry, Criticism, and Prosody Llewellyn Jones. 1 Edwin Arlington Robinson EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON was the poet of.
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... poet of an audi- ence fit and few until the publication of his collected works , the fruit of twenty - five years , in 1921. In that year he received the so - called Pulitzer prize ( Pulitzer himself did not provide for an award for ...
... poet of an audi- ence fit and few until the publication of his collected works , the fruit of twenty - five years , in 1921. In that year he received the so - called Pulitzer prize ( Pulitzer himself did not provide for an award for ...
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... poets in a more romantic vein . It is true that he is a grave poet ; and I remember with what unanimous choice the critics of his book , " The Man Against the Sky , " seized upon and quoted a picturesque touch in " The Gift of God , " a ...
... poets in a more romantic vein . It is true that he is a grave poet ; and I remember with what unanimous choice the critics of his book , " The Man Against the Sky , " seized upon and quoted a picturesque touch in " The Gift of God , " a ...
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... poet of character and of characters and of philosophical questionings . And yet out of that particular lion had always come sweetness . My own introduction to his work was through Floyd Dell's enthusiasm - this was many years ago - for ...
... poet of character and of characters and of philosophical questionings . And yet out of that particular lion had always come sweetness . My own introduction to his work was through Floyd Dell's enthusiasm - this was many years ago - for ...
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... poet's thought is not lyrical but purely philosophic , and then one feels that the verse form is an encumbrance . Take " Octaves , " for instance , one of the poems dating from the volume , " Captain Craig . " There are twenty - three ...
... poet's thought is not lyrical but purely philosophic , and then one feels that the verse form is an encumbrance . Take " Octaves , " for instance , one of the poems dating from the volume , " Captain Craig . " There are twenty - three ...
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Pagina 38 - The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. — You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
Pagina 246 - LONDON SNOW When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town; Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing; Lazily and incessantly floating down and down; Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing; Hiding difference, making unevenness even, Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing.
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Pagina 19 - Where was he going, this man against the sky ? You know not, nor do I. But this we know, if we know anything : That we may laugh and fight and sing And of our transience here make offering To an orient Word that will not be erased, Or, save in incommunicable gleams Too permanent for dreams, Be found or known.
Pagina 138 - I MADE my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
Pagina 48 - The Sound of the Trees I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now it means to stay.
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