Tuesday, February 13, 2007

News at Eleven: "Like a lit fuse looking for Lethe"

is [Charles] Wright at his best, but "snakes through our bones" is Wright at his most sublime. He is a religious poet in the way Emerson was a religious thinker, but there’s a slight undertow of sadness in his poetry. Call it a melancholy transcendentalism.

from The Brooklyn Rail: Looking for Lethe

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