Word: poet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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These words of Hungarian Poet Gyula Illyes, written in 1950, were first published a year ago in Budapest when, for a moment, there was freedom. Last week on the first anniversary of the day the nation rose in revolt, Hungarians could demonstrate only by sullen silence...
...Every time Robert Frost comes to town," wrote the New York Times's Washington bureau chief, James ("Scotty") Reston, "the Washington Monument stands up a little straighter." Flinty old (83) Poet Frost proved to Pundit Reston that he is no slacker at punditry himself. Frost welcomes the struggle and decision-making that make life tough-and neither the Russians, nor their satellites (terrestrial or spatial) upset him a bit: "We ought to enjoy a standoff. Let it stand and deepen in meaning. Let's not be hasty about showdowns. Let's be patient and confident with...
...venturesome money. In ten hours at table, eight Bostonians agreed to start a magazine "devoted to literature, art and politics" that would "endeavor to be the exponent of what its conductors believe to be the American idea." Thus was born the Atlantic Monthly, whose first issue, edited by Poet James Russell Lowell, appeared 100 years ago this week. Eight editors, 1,200 issues and some 100 million words later, the Atlantic is the second oldest magazine of ideas (after 107-year-old Harper's) in the U.S., and one of the few in any country to survive a century...
...incorrigibly Irish" critic (From These Roots) and autobiographer (Life and the Dream), guest professor of comparative literature at Columbia University, whose seasoned literary criticism was always lucid and shrewd, often eloquent and powerful; of a heart attack; in Manhattan. A student member of the Dublin circle of writers and poets who led the "Irish literary renaissance" before World War I, she married (in 1912) Padraic Colum, poet-dramatist founder of the Irish Review, settled with him in the U.S. Her last work-in-progress (with her husband): Our Friend James Joyce...
Died. Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron Dunsany, 79, fiery Irish poet (Mirage Waters), playwright (The Glittering Gates) and novelist, a goateed gibe-jabber who characterized much modern verse as talk that "nonsense is truth, truth nonsense"; in Dublin. A towering (6 ft. 4 in.) athlete, Lord Dunsany fought in, the Boer War and World War I ("Our trenches were only six feet deep; I shall never fear publicity again...