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...English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge said that watching Edmund Kean, the great tragedian of the London stage 200 years ago, was like "reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning." That's how we like our great moments in history to be, surrounded by drama, attended by heroes. By those standards, the process that led to the signing of the Treaty of Rome 50 years ago was almost ineffably mundane - a series of long meetings of forgotten bureaucrats in rooms foul with tobacco smoke. No blood was shed, few memorable speeches made; the heroes were those who could cajole a compromise into...
...hardships that come with age. Having experienced hardship in Piddletrenthide, Jem is not so convinced of the opposition.“Dunno as they be opposites exactly,” he muses.In an intriguing speculative move, Chevalier places Jem and Maggie as muses of sorts, helping the poet to work towards a new artistic vision. Gazing at the Thames, Blake poses the question of the children that if one bank represents innocence and the other experience, “what is the middle of the river?”As Jem and Maggie partake in their meandering adventures, Chevalier presents...
...world of poetry were a monarchy, Frieda Hughes would certainly be a princess. A poet, children's book author and artist in her own right, Hughes, 46, is the daughter of poets Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Her parents' tumultuous marriage, her father's infidelity, her mother's suicide when Frieda Hughes was three, and her parents' larger-than-life work (including her mother's semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar) have been the subject of dozens of books and movies. Now Hughes has broken her near silence about her own life and family drama, in her moving new book...
...your father, who became poet laureate of England before he died in 1998, been treated unfairly by the public...
...then one day I had what we hotshot English majors call an “epiphany.” Don’t we all live in a bubble? Isn’t that what Descartes meant by cogito, ergo sum? And didn’t the poet John Donne say that every man is a bubble unto himself? What makes one bubble more privileged than another...