One of the delights of investigation -- in library books or on the internet or walking about in the world -- is that one bit of information opens doors to lots of others. And so, as I was learning about Eleanor Graham for Monday's posting, I found her essay entitled "The first time I saw Carl Sandburg he didn't see me" and was reminded in a new way of the ongoing debate about the value of formal constraints in poetry.
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Thirty and three
One of my poetry collections is a particular treasure because of its history. My aunt, Ruth Margaret Simpson Robinson, graduated (as I also did) from Westminster College in New Wilmington, Pennsylvania. At Westminster, a Chi Omega sorority sister of Aunt Ruth was Eleanor Graham Vance (1908-1985) who became a teacher and a writer; one of her biographical sketches mentions that she wrote for both children and adults, seeing many similarities between them. Aunt Ruth passed on to me her personally-inscribed copy of Eleanor Graham's 1939 collection, For These Moments, and in it I have found a poem with a tiny bit of arithmetic. I offer it here to you.
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