Poets on PoetsTo mark National Poetry, Day Nick Rennison, who compiled the Waterstone's Guide to Poetry, and Michael Schmidt, editorial director of Carcanet, invited a number of contemporary poets to select work by poets of the past, beginning in the late fourteenth century and ending in the early twentieth, and to provide brief headnotes to describe their choices. The result is an anthology with a difference. From Gower to Yeats, from the old and the new worlds, the selectors and the selected converge in a volume of wonderful poetry and rich surprise. Providing more than 450 pages of poetry and commentary in a handsome large two-column format, Poets on Poets celebrates vital continuities: the range of poets making selections and the range of poetry selected is without precedent in an English-language poetry anthology. Its aim is to encourage a wider readership of classic English poetry and to signal the generative connection between new poetry and the best of the past. |
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Pagina 205
Wrestling Jacob Breathe , O breathe thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast , Let us all in thee inherit , Let us find that second rest . Take away our bent to sinning Alpha and Omega be ; End of faith , as its beginning , Set our ...
Wrestling Jacob Breathe , O breathe thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast , Let us all in thee inherit , Let us find that second rest . Take away our bent to sinning Alpha and Omega be ; End of faith , as its beginning , Set our ...
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Woefully arrayed , My blood , man , For thee ran , It may not be nay'd : My body blo and wan , woefully arrayed . Dear brother , no other thing I of thee desire But give me thine heart free to reward mine hire : I wrought thee ...
Woefully arrayed , My blood , man , For thee ran , It may not be nay'd : My body blo and wan , woefully arrayed . Dear brother , no other thing I of thee desire But give me thine heart free to reward mine hire : I wrought thee ...
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I saw battle - corpses , myriads of them , And the white skeletons of young men , I saw them , I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet , Have none chanted for thee a chant ...
I saw battle - corpses , myriads of them , And the white skeletons of young men , I saw them , I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet , Have none chanted for thee a chant ...
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