Word: poet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Gadding about his native Midwest, Poet T. S. Eliot, 71, gazed nostalgically at some of his early published verses during a chat with newsmen at the University of Chicago. Then he went to St. Louis, where he was born and raised, for the centennial celebration of Mary Institute, a private school for girls founded by his minister grandfather. Recalling how he once lived next door to the school's gymnasium and playground, Eliot confessed that he used to enjoy the facilities surreptitiously as soon as all the girls scooted home for weekends. "Considering all this," said he, "I consider...
...chief of a radio-monitoring unit with the Pas-de-Calais-based Fifteenth Army, on the code message with which the Allies would alert the European underground for the invasion. It consisted of the first two lines of the poem Chanson d'Automne, by the 19th century French poet Paul Verlaine. During a haggard all-night listening session on June 1, one of Meyer's 30-man radio-interception crew heard and taped the first part of the message: "Les sang-lots longs des violons de I'automne [The long sobs of autumn's violins...
Long before his death in 1931. Poet Vachel Lindsay was out of date; chanting about the heartland seemed naive to readers caught by the puzzles of The Waste Land. In the age of Eliot. Lindsay was remembered chiefly as the eccentric and faintly embarrassing author of two throbbing poems, the boomlay-booming Congo and General William Booth Enters into Heaven. Yet 15 years earlier, few had doubted that he was a genius. Author Eleanor Ruggles (Prince of Players: Edwin Booth) avoids outright judgment, but the sum of her sympathetic, somewhat sentimental biography seems correct: Lindsay was less than a major...
...inquiry ... magnificent ... In every respect J.B. is theatre on its highest level ... a stark portrait of ourselves composed by a man of intellect, faith and literary virtuosity." "This was the first inkling I had that Mr. Atkinson had called J.B. 'one of the memorable works of the century'," the poet said. "Well, after you've worked five years on a play and your whole heart's in it ... well, it's a funny thing to say, but right then I thought I'd break down and cry in front of the camera...
...classic role that demands a classic actor with the kind of diction only the classicists of the theatre possess"--and would have preferred to see "Olivier or Richardson" in "MacLeish's exalted poem"; but she had no reservations about the play itself--"I know of no other American poet who could write this legend in such noble and flexible language or maintain, as he does much of the time, its purity and its dimensions." Newsweek concluded its account of opening night by reporting that "the box-office lines stretched around the corner the next day, assuring the author that...