The fourth, and final, Dover poetry anthology I am reviewing. As with the others, it is an easily portable, inexpensive book. Includes work by 58 poets. Ten were born before 1600, another six in the 17th century, twelve in the 18th century, and two in the 20th century. So 28 were born in the 19th c...
John Donne once referred to poetry, to sonnets, as rooms. In any ways, this pegs the sonnets in this volume. Like Donne, whose rooms referred to his love, the sonnets here seem to chart a love affair – from its nebulous beginnings to its conflict middle to a type of a death. Is it love of an immo...
These were lovely poems, pleasant to read and with easy interpretations. Some of her poems about death had a very Sylvia Plath feel to them. Most of the poems had nature elements. She described her love for the great outdoors in great detail. I want to go run around in a meadow now :)
Seems a little slight compared to some of the other verse I've been reading lately (excepting the Lovecraft of course), especially when I compare to Hart Crane. Kudos for actual meter and rhyme and lots of poems about dead people. I wonder what her "Unselected Poetry" is like?
Some GR quotes just reminded me how much I adore this woman's words. Makes me want to reread everything, and I'm adding this to my brilliant voices and language shelf.
I love Millay, so very much, and I pick this book up again every couple of years. Her sonnets are incredible--she has such an amazing sense of musicality, and she conveys beautiful melancholy so well that I feel less alone in the world for it.My very favorite sonnet of hers is XLIII:What lips my lip...
I'm not much of a poetry reader for pleasure, but I've studied enough of it to know what's good. I hadn't encountered Millay's poetry before however, and I sincerely wish I had. Her poetry is simple and beautiful and highly recommended.
I consider her sonnets world-class, right up there with Shakespeare and Browning, and I favor Millay's.Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,And all the flowers that in the springtime grow;And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slowRising of the round moon; all throats that singThe summer throug...
I consider her sonnets world-class, right up there with Shakespeare and Browning, and I favor Millay's.Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,And all the flowers that in the springtime grow;And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slowRising of the round moon; all throats that singThe summer throug...
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