Good eye! Good eye! Eugene.
CR,On the baseball fields here, during the summer months, one constantly hears the amateur coaches exclaiming "Good eye! Good eye!" as each young batter stands frozen in the batter's box: words of encouragement lest the poor child think less of himself because he or she cannot successfully swing a bat. Do you think the children and the childish poets, little-league baseball and poetry too, might be better off if their teachers and coaches instead honestly suggested to those in their care that energies might be better expended on other pursuits?
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On Jun 17, 2016, at 10:34 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]');" target="_blank">[log in to unmask]> wrote:Altogether very resonant of Eliot's poetry, its themes and images.CR
On Thursday, June 16, 2016, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]');" target="_blank">[log in to unmask]> wrote:Written in the postwar '40s, Conrad's "Summer" seems to have been prompted by Eliot's "Little Gidding.""Where is the summer, the unimaginableZero summer?"CR
On Thursday, June 16, 2016, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:Just came upon this poem by Conrad Aiken. Well, he writes as well as his renowned friend, the great Eliot did. Wonder why he remained a lesser poet. Or at least less well known."Summer" by Conrad AikenCR