Modern American Poetry

(^332) Katherine Kearns and perhaps for spiritual purposes he is part of the woods, for if they burn so too will the house and t ...

Lyricism: At the Back of the North Wind 333 toward resolution. The movement is toward isolation rather than away from it, so tha ...

(^334) Katherine Kearns larger formal structure of the poem. After all, the movement from delight— pleasure, desire, aphrodisia— ...

Lyricism: At the Back of the North Wind 335 Frost seems to approach, in this disjunction between form and content, what Clement ...

(^336) Katherine Kearns of language, of prosody, of natural correlatives. Monet’s paint on a canvas, Frost’s black ink on white ...

Lyricism: At the Back of the North Wind 337 limiting of sightedness in manhood and evocative of a childlike receptivity. Almost ...

(^338) Katherine Kearns have to be “crushed like some wild / Easily shattered rose” so that the goldenrod may prevail: the petal ...

Lyricism: At the Back of the North Wind 339 from place to place every time someone asks “How’s the wife,” because “to praise or ...

(^340) Katherine Kearns Love: Robert Frost in Crisis, 1938–42,”5 New England Quarterly63, no. 2 (June 1990): 179–231, on Frost’s ...

Lyricism: At the Back of the North Wind 341 Thompson, The Later Years,268. An ungenerous reading of Frost’s invariable undercut ...

(^342) Katherine Kearns no. 2 (Winter 1984): 365–85, on the identifiable sameness—the “Frostness”—of his poetic and his interpre ...

343 The poems were not epicurean; still, they were innocent of public- spiritedness: they sang of private disgust and diffidence ...

(^344) David Bromwich inspired accidents that history casts up from time to time to challenge our determinisms. Of course, this ...

T.S. Eliot and Hart Crane 345 Hart Crane would have approached the poetry of Eliot. But the obstacles to an adequate view of the ...

(^346) David Bromwich From this fortunate position—a voyeur but one not in search of a voyeur’s pleasure—Eliot imagines a meetin ...

T.S. Eliot and Hart Crane 347 It is all hung by an invisible white hair. It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air. And I ask m ...

(^348) David Bromwich Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair and never returned to in the later stanzas, the weight of which nev ...

T.S. Eliot and Hart Crane 349 That time resumes, One thinks of all the hands That are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnish ...

(^350) David Bromwich The game enforces smirks; but we have seen The moon in lonely alleys make A grail of laughter of an empty ...

T.S. Eliot and Hart Crane 351 diffusive emotions that matter to him, would have thought of offering a setting to such lines as R ...