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Andrew HamiltonEssays

by Andrew Hamilton AT THE TIME of his death in 1962, modernist writer E. E. Cummings was the second most widely read poet in the United States after Robert Frost. William Carlos Williams ranked Cummings and Ezra Pound as “beyond doubt the two most distinguished” contemporary American poets. Pound titled…
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Douglas MercerEssays

Gorman by Douglas Mercer SHE’S YOUNG and she’s jet black! She’s beautiful! — that is, if you like that Lower Paleolithic look. She’s Black and she’s a poet! Why, she’s the Black Shakespeare! Better than Shakespeare really, because he’s…
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Andrew HamiltonEssays

A quintessential Yankee poem by New England’s quintessential Yankee poet by Andrew Hamilton DISCUSSING Robert Frost’s collection Steeple Bush in the New York Times upon its release in 1947, poet Randall Jarrell devoted the bulk of his review to quoting and summarizing…
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by Ray W. JOHANN Wolfgang von Goethe devoted half the Eighteenth Century
To a whole new approach to reality —
Nature is alive, not a bloodless mechanical toy
Or a bland, empty black void. Sinnlich-sittlich was this thinking man’s dual expression
To suggest outward form linked to inner…
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by Snow Shadow A rat is a rat.
You cannot say that,
In the Day of the Rat. You cannot defend yourself for what you say,
This is not a game we play. But you can call a bat a cat.
You can say that. You can call a dog a frog,
Tell a bear he is a hare. But you cannot call a rat a rat.
No. You can never say that. The rats can all…
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IF you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start. If you’re going to try, go all the way.
This could mean losing girlfriends,
Wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. Go all the way.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park…
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by Broadhat We need:
The new authority.
Renew authority.

High trust
Self disciplined
Loyal to the Folk

Kings above,
Folk below,
Same blood, same soul, 
same destiny.

They compromised their loyalty,
They compromised their blood.

Neither fish nor fowl;
nor folk or fully foe.
Pity them, if pity have you…
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Robert Frost by Robert Frost
from Steeple Bush (1947) Harrison loves my country too,
But wants it all made over new.
He’s Freudian Viennese by night.
By day he’s Marxian Muscovite.
It isn’t because he’s Russian Jew.
He’s Puritan Yankee through and through.
He dotes on Saturday pork and beans.
But his…
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Classic EssaysRevilo P. Oliver

by An Instaurationist This sky throughout the day
Made thunderstorms in play,
Piling them up until
The East was hill on hill
Of gleaming gold and quartz
And crags and granite forts.
Now like a tired, small child,
With closed eye dream-beguiled,
It sleeps athwart the land,
But clenching in trailing hand…
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by Lord Flint’s Volunteer I WENT TO the track.
A good night out watching the greyhounds race and having a bet. The mechanical rabbit whizzed past.
Traps sprang open.
Dogs chased.
They ran full tilt.
Perfect canine athletes, they ran as if their lives depended on it.
Trying to catch a mechanical…
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