News at Eleven: On one side, "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester"

by Rupert Brooke ("And is there honey still for tea?") and Henry Newbolt on why Robert Bridges is the greatest poet of the age ("The joy that abounds from these poems is from a bluer heaven than any other that has shone over England"). On the other side, Marinetti's manifesto for futurism and Ezra Pound on his hopes for the poetry of the next decade ("It will be as much like granite as it can be . . . austere, direct, free from emotional slither"). It's the old guard versus Modernists, with manifestos flying like grenades.

from The Guardian: A Century of Poetry Review

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