Word: poet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...month-old baby lying in a crib, identified a chicken in a picture book for the baby's four-year-old sister with the comment, "Chick-chick-chick." Crossing into Scotland, Malenkov joined arms with a group of workmen at the modest Ayrshire cottage where Poet Bobbie Burns was born, and sang Auld Lang Syne in a rosy-red mist of good-fellowship. "Hip hip," cried one of the workmen, and the others chimed in, "Hooray...
...events finally gave direction to Barlach's groping. In Florence he sat at the feet of Poet Theodor Daubler, whose rhapsodic verse, mystically urging man to free his spirit from the pull of Earth, appealed to Barlach's own yearnings. Even more important was a two-month trip to southern Russia, where Barlach, on first sighting the sturdy peasant figures against the limitless perspective, exclaimed: "Donnerwetter! There sit bronzes...
...theatrical has-beens and wouldbes of Rome's fleabag Hotel Imperatore, the Countess Sanziani exudes the imposing aura of a famed once-was. For La Sanziani. as Carmela soon learns, was once a legendary courtesan, mistress of a d'Annunzio-like poet, playmate of a Dutch multimillionaire, brief bedfellow of the Kaiser and of many another great or near great. Carmela is too young to sense it, but the poignancy of the countess is that in her rage to relive these past love affairs, she is dueling with her last and most pressing suitor-death...
That afternoon the Soviet power chief and his British counterpart, Lord Citrine, exchanged reminiscences over claret* and quotes from roughhewn Scots Poet Bobbie Burns. It turned out, in fact, that Malenkov had a Soviet edition of Burns in Russian right in his pocket. "A man's a man for a' that, for a' that an' a' that . . . The honest man, tho e'er sae puir, is king of men for a' that." Malenkov read in Russian, while an interpreter provided the Scots burr. "A very friendly man," said Lord Citrine later, "with...
...King Arthur a gentleman, or was he a sort of Legs Diamond of the early Middle Ages? Was it the age of chivalry or the age of the shiv? Were the "parfit gentil knights" of the Round Table just a passel of paleo-Stalinist thugs? Henry Treece, English poet, critic and historical novelist (The Dark Island), wields a mean historic mace and it lands squarely on the romantic Arthurian legend of Sir Thomas Malory's Morte d'Arthur. "Malory was wrong," says Novelist Treece flatly. He admits that his own hard-boiled debunking may be no less wrong...