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This little book by J. Pitts Sanborn '00 contains a prefatory sonnet and 17 poems in "vers libre," 17 quick glances at the city of Bordeaux in war time. Mr. Sanborn's love for Bordeaux is sincere, if we may judge from these lines in the sonnet...
...contrary to an opinion of happily decreasing prevalence, that the new free-verse form and genuine poetic expression are not incomparable. The poem possesses a depth of thought and feeling coupled with a delicacy of expression which is less noticeable in Mr. Cowley's "To a Chance Acquaintance." The sonnet by Mr. Rickaby is buoyant in tone and complete in execution. "The Arthropoda," by Mr. Rogers, represents a mingling of "cold blue science with a puikish dream divine" which has at least the merit of novelty. It dwells on the common origin of the spider and the bee, and proceeds...
...majority of men considerable sleep is essential, just how much, must be learned from individual experience. During exciting periods it may seem a waste of valuable time to sleep, but continued abstinence has its deadening effect. Those who have robbed themselves too long appreciate the line form Wadsworth's sonnet on sleep...
...number includes three pieces of verse, only one of which contains anything remotely resembling even lukewarm tar. Mr. Rickaby's sonnet about the clash and reconciliation of his Muse and his Love, though smooth enough, is cloyed with pale pink, saccharine sentiment. Mr. Nelson's "Early Frost" is skillful work on a mighty theme; but its figures, although effective hints in themselves, are too familiar to be easily coordinated into a single, sharp effect. Mr. Murray Sheehan's two sonnets on "Fate," however, bear more clearly the stamp of vitalizing human experience. One feels that Mr. Murray is saying something...
...deciding whether to rhyme or not to rhyme. In "Lullaby" he effects a compromise; the result is not so successful as some of his work in freer form. "Loneliness," by Mr. Putnam, purposely lacks definiteness of outline; the setting and the mood are, however, well suggested. "Minstrel," an unsigned sonnet of considerable charm, is simple and, within its limits is satisfying. The number is brought to a conclusion by a sonnet sequence, "In a Time of National Doubt," by Mr. Norris. In spite of several prosy phrases, this work, ranging from the meditative to the stirring, is real poetry...