| 1) Anne Sexton: poems come from the
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| | techniques correctly, for who he is (or
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| abyss, painfully, and a life obviously as
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| | was): sharp, clear and detached poetry.
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| scornful; literary they could use some
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| | Commentary on Poetry: "Blessing of the
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| substance other than nakedness.
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| | Poem":
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| 2) Howard Nemerov: good lyricism, one of
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| | There is nothing on earth that can equal
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| the poets I ran after in my early days in
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| | the hard scraping profound labor and
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| college to read and try to understand. He
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| | stirring of ones blood, and sense of
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| writes well, yet I find there is usually
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| | sanctification that a good poem can
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| something missing, perhaps they need to
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| | offer.
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| march to the end of the road (His poems).
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| | That new promising poem, felt in the
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| 3) Allen Ginsberg: when he was in his
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| | middle of silence, in the corner of the
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| 20s, he wrote his best works, thereafter,
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| | night, sticking to your mind and ribs
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| he lost it to good taste, and good sense,
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| | until it finds its way out of your box
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| which he had none of, and traded it for
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| | and into the literature world; faint at
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| pleasure, and a warped mind, God help the
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| | first, then like the radiation of an
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| reader.
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| | atomic bomb.
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| 4) E.E. Commings: Cummings poetry is
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| | The question asked: "Why indeed do people
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| Cummings! That is, more so than most
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| | write poetry?"
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| poets; if you have read one of his poems,
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| | A good question, and hard to answer, more
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| you've read most of them; a good and
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| | subjective than otherwise, but let me
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| genuine poet indeed, perhaps
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| | give it a try, how I see it: imagines
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| uncompromising, but I get bored after a
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| | (dreams, seeing in your mind's eye,
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| few of his poems, unfortunately.
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| | envisage), it is all under the same
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| 5) Gary Snyder: Academic poetry, but in
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| | umbrella; such things come out of the
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| the middle (the beatnikism era): he hugs
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| | unconscious, the mind, convicted, until
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| Zen as so many did back then; I was at
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| | written, then emancipated (and never to
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| the end of that era. He used his
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| | be lost in the vaults of humanity).
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