Modern American Poetry
(^112) Helen Hennessy Vendler confrontation of the present is insisted on over and over in these two poems; the eye is not allow ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 113 This rock and the priest, The priest of nothingness who intones— It is true that you live on this rock ...
(^114) Helen Hennessy Vendler Summer,as its title betrays, is the creed of the believer rather than the certain projection of th ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 115 Is there an imagination that sits enthroned As grim as it is benevolent, the just And the unjust, which ...
(^116) Helen Hennessy Vendler of the heart’s core, the fidgets of remembrance, the slaughtering, even of fools, and the repetiti ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 117 perhaps, if we are to speak justly. The final resolution—that this midsummer day containsall the rest, ...
(^118) Helen Hennessy Vendler The other immeasurable half, such rock As placid air becomes. Stevens had once admitted “This is t ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 119 That stopping, waiting, and watching while a complex of emotions falls apart into a soft decay is a psy ...
(^120) Helen Hennessy Vendler With nothing else compounded, carried full, Pure rhetoric of a language without words. The earlier ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 121 A mind exists, aware of division, aware Of its cry as clarion ... Man’s mind grown venerable in the unr ...
(^122) Helen Hennessy Vendler This day writhes with what? The lecturer On This Beautiful World Of Ours composes himself And hems ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 123 In The Auroras of Autumn, Stevens more suitably fixes his shape- changing eye, not on the land, but on ...
(^124) Helen Hennessy Vendler on the tower or the robin on the beanpole, but where the old man reads no book and the robin takes ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 125 That he might know In hall harridan, not hushful paradise, To a haggling of wind and weather, by these ...
(^126) Helen Hennessy Vendler whose head has become air, whose tip is higher than the stars, whose nest is not the low grass but ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 127 We stand in the tumult of a festival. What festival? This loud, disordered mooch? These hospitaliers? T ...
(^128) Helen Hennessy Vendler that whiteness: his mind, in other words, must admit the phenomenon, but will not for a long time ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 129 The wind is blowing the sand across the floor. With that union of the white sand to the white cabin and ...
(^130) Helen Hennessy Vendler are two manifestations of the same force. The identification is made first syntactically: “the win ...
Douceurs, Tristesses 131 nostalgia. The modulation from statement to prophecy is made so unobtrusively that we scarcely notice i ...
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