News at Eleven: It seems in poetry the only tone left is elegiac.

Any poem that takes nature as its locus must also be conscious, even in refusing, of being a hymn to it in its sickness. Since no poem can be written about nature in ignorance of its dereliction, nature poetry has become eco-poetry. We possess a new fact, new by its indisputability: nature does not belong to man, but man belongs to nature. This poetry doesn't necessarily mean a poem needs to be a rant against chainsaws--though why not?--but rather that it manages to connect the hidden interior of humans with their outer mapped world.

from The Guardian: Last order

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