Word: poetes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Despite a light rain, the ceremony continued, concluding with comments by Helen Vendler, Porter University professor. Vendler, quoting poet Anne Dudley Bradstreet, expressed her hope that, though Bradstreet could not attend Harvard College, the "next Anne Bradstreet will...
Renaissance-man alert: VIGGO MORTENSEN, who does a mean impression of a D.H. Lawrence-quoting, gun-toting trainer and sometime Demi Moore tormentor in G.I. Jane, is actually a published poet. No sniggering, now. The actor, who speaks Spanish and Danish as well as English, has a new poetry CD called One Less Thing to Worry About. He mines his day job in his verse, which is of the spare, dark, ruminating kind, as in "Edit": "The man you were/ For one short season/ Has been pruned/ Removed/ To a well-groomed graveyard/ That smells like popcorn." Although the acting...
DIED. SVIATOSLAV RICHTER, 82, Russia's incomparable piano-poet; in Moscow. Virtually self-taught until age 21, Richter treated the piano like a soul mate, listening for the romance of Schumann or the fury of Beethoven. Perhaps he could not match Horowitz's brilliance or Rubinstein's panache, but showmanship was never paramount to him. "I don't consider the public," he told TIME. "My only interest is my approaching encounter with the composer...
...donate $4.5 million worth of his works to a proposed museum in his honor--he was born and raised there--after a local art critic said his work "stank." He says he might reconsider, and Minnesota Governor Arne Carlson will visit him this week to soften him up. Finally, poet Adrienne Rich has declined the 1997 National Medal for the Arts, because "the very meaning of art," she said, "is incompatible with the cynical politics of this Administration...
Images keep recurring, crisscrossing, gaining new associations in verses that have the noble radiance of stained glass, grave but full of light. In his twilight hours, the poet often berates himself for not having hymned the "unrelenting mercy of light" and the "shallows' scriptures" of his native St. Lucia as he should. In the end, however, he realizes that what has sustained him all along are the "immortelle" and "wild mammy-apple" of his "generous Eden." As the waves of his melodious argument wash up at last on the shores of thanksgiving and affirmation, one realizes that there...