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Sidney Goldfarb, who has published before in the Crimson Review and Pharaetra, contributes three poems which I like very much. They show a good grasp of tone and an ability to restore impact to everyday phrases and imagery. Goldfarb avoids the purple passage, the overblown metaphor, and the "poetic" sentiment so common in the verse of young poets. instead, he turns out stanzas like these two from Mrs. Willy Cavanaugh, I Remember...
...beanpole-tall (6 ft. 3 in.) poet comes of Ukrainian, Tartar and Latvian stock that has never, he grins, "been collectivized." Though he likes to be taken for a country boy, he is a Muscovite by upbringing and accent, and his background rubs off on his sophisticated, often colloquial poetic style. His deep appeal lies in a rare faculty for sensing-and transmitting-the doubts and yearnings of a generation that has lost its illusions and is beginning to find its voice. Evtushenko is this generation's flag-bearer, a daring young man, but not to the point...
...Evgeny Evtushenko (pronounced Yevgainy Yeftooshenko) have, in the past, been isolated from the vast, unlettered mass of Russian society. Today, through far-ranging recital tours and huge editions of their verse, they are reaching the widest, best-educated public in Russian history. The result has been a remarkable poetic revival. In theaters and student hostels from White Russia to Central Asia, overflow crowds listen to poets with almost religious fervor. On Sunday nights in summer, city squares echo to the liquid, incantatory cadences of Pushkin. Lermontov and. often. Zhenya Evtushenko. One good reason for poetry's popularity: scraps...
...says Romilda. "But never as long as I live will I overcome my hate for Scicolone. Now he comes around trying to be friendly, but we don't want him, and my vendetta was nearly complete when Maria refused to let him come to her wedding. That is poetic justice." Nonetheless, when he comes around, Romilda still sets a place for Scicolone if he is hungry for a plate of pasta. That is merely poetic...
Rimbaud was the classic beautiful boy, whose fatal charm somehow carried within itself the seeds of disaster. Yet this boy, who stopped writing poetry at 21, reshaped the poetic idiom of his time, and left his imprint on the generations to come. For Rimbaud perfected, if he did not invent, the prose poem, into which he poured the visions of fiis subconscious: "I have stretched ropes from belfry to belfry, garlands from window to window; gold chains from star to star, and I'm dancing." Today, the influence of Rimbaud is visible in the works of such diverse poets...