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Transatlantic Poetry

Unknown“Read at whim!” commanded Randall Jarrell; “Why read anything if it isn’t great?” directed Christopher Logue. When I came these two statements, the Jarrell immediately after my long and highly unlinear post-collegiate decade had ended and the Logue a dozen years later, a sudden but inevitable braid seemed to appear: Christopher Loguetwo orders beyond dispute plus the nearly identical, if implicit, raison d’etre¬†inherent in the tutelage of my earliest exposure to Homer and the Greek playwrights, then Dante, forming a continuum that reaches to the present day and is decidedly not all-American.

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