Word: poet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...small price to pay for national greatness and security. Be that as it may, the Marlboroughs, all of whose five sons died young, left to no one their remarkable gusto for such a role. One of Sarah's more enterprising daughters formed a liaison with a "low poet" of the Restoration named Congreve, and the son she bore died a hopeless drunkard. This was an omen perhaps of the centuries the family would lie fallow until another Churchill, half American by blood (great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson of John and Sarah), would rise to rally and astonish...
There is little to be said about the rest of the issue, except that anything William Alfred gives The Advocate is not likely to be his best work, and while he is certainly a poet of ability, he has not yet reached the stature of one whose second best work is very much sought after. The poems are, however, readable, if not enjoyable. Kozol's opaque bit, "The Lady's Body," has a peculiar melody, but the content is more a hint than a whole for at least one reader...
...every high-school tenor in the country gargling such sentimental favorites as Only a Rose, Someday and The Vagabond Song. Hollywood made a movie of the musical in 1930-not to mention two film versions of the McCarthy play in 1920 and 1938-and now the poor poet's corpse has been dug up once again...
...enough. Her husband comes home from the war dreaming of a Japanese mistress. Her daughter turns from Maggie to a tweedy aunt and the earthy delights of raising sheep dogs. An old school chum, who had stayed home all these years having babies, gains fame as a poet. Alone and unanchored. Maggie would like to believe she is simply paying the price for having lived too hard, "but fear gripped her suddenly that she had not lived...
...Plucky Poet. The story of Tsumakichi has the universal appeal of plain grit. During one night of horror in her 17th year, Tsumakichi woke to find a human head rolling past her on the teahouse veranda, saw a samurai sword flash twice toward her own body, leaving her armless. Her berserk adoptive father, the manager of the teahouse, had lopped off the heads of five of the six people sleeping under his roof that night. Primarily a dancer, she painfully mastered a new art. Holding a paintbrush between her teeth, she learned to paint ideograms and to draw designs...