Our poet-friend came visiting, The New York Review of Books in hand, with Dan Chiasson’s review of the new Selected Poems by Wallace Stevens. We pored over the review, trying to find in poems the things Chiasson said were there to see. I felt I had tiptoed up behind a group of elders, Helen Vendler and Harold Bloom chief among them, peaking over their shoulders for a glimpse of Susanna.
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Showing posts with label Dan Chiasson. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Problem with Wallace Stevens
Our poet-friend came visiting, The New York Review of Books in hand, with Dan Chiasson’s review of the new Selected Poems by Wallace Stevens. We pored over the review, trying to find in poems the things Chiasson said were there to see. I felt I had tiptoed up behind a group of elders, Helen Vendler and Harold Bloom chief among them, peaking over their shoulders for a glimpse of Susanna.
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