It was the Roaring Twenties, the age of the Lost Generation, T.S. Eliot’s poetry modernism, the Harlem Renaissance, Hemingway and Fitzgerald, speakeasies, Art Deco, keeping cool with Coolidge, and Expressionism. Everything in art and literature was fair game and often was. And young poets like Yvor Winters fit right into the moment.
In Yvor Winters: Selected Poems, poet and critic Thomas Gunn tells us that Winters (1900-1968) began his poetry career when he was 20, and was something of a maverick, or avant garde poet. He published his first (and very short) collection, The Immobile Wind, in 1921, and followed it a year later with another short collection, The Magpie’s Shadow. He invented a poetic form, a single six-syllable line; his description of spring rain being “My doorframe smells of leaves.”
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
Christina Rosetti: A Woman for All Seasons – Tessa Carman at Acton Institute.
The Cook’s Second Tale, from The ‘Lost” Canterbury Tales – Paul Freeman at Society of Classical Poets.
A Hobbit’s Journey Home: Crossing the Atlantic and the Tiber – Joseph Pearce at The Imaginative Conservative.
10 Great Medieval Vibes Photos to Inspire Your Writing – Tweetspeak Poetry.
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