Monday, January 20, 2003

Heart's Needle Comments

Rating: 4.1

Child of my winter, born
When the new fallen soldiers froze
In Asia's steep ravines and fouled the snows,
When I was torn
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William De Witt Snodgrass
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Michael Shepherd 18 March 2005

Anyone who wishes the full text can get it and much else, at poets.org including the author reading.

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Michael Shepherd 18 March 2005

Michael, could you perhaps submit the whole and correct original? It is done on this site.

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Michael Gessner 15 March 2005

It is something more than a misfortune when a major poem such as Heart's Needle (ital.,) which has certainly influenced, but more likely established, a twentieth century movement-the 'confessional' genre-is presented in excerpts, stanzaic fragments of the whole, and those stanzas are not even in the shapes of the original text. How can a poem like this be rated? Hasn't its rating already been established? Won't it be read as long as there is human language? When I think of Snograss, I think of Neruda. I think of statues in the capitol of the human heart.

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Brian Russel 28 January 2005

if i could bear the brunt of tragic field where blunt ends of havoc wheeled i would forgive my eyes their render, for starry nights cast small the part, and love may pull this needle from my heart if i allow its splender to replace the snow with rain, warm in its earthy spill, and somehow forge the will to move beyond my pain.

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William De Witt Snodgrass

William De Witt Snodgrass

Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania
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