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Selected Poems 1933-1988
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Title: Selected Poems 1933-1988
Author: Gavin Ewart
ISBN: 0811210553
Publisher: New Directions
Published: 1988
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Condition: Used: Very Good
Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
J 1642571
Publisher Description:
Gavin Ewart, one of Britain's finest and most original poets, is presented here in a half-century retrospective. His subjects various and his approach toothsomely scathing, he believes: "good light verse is better than bad heavy verse any day of the week." Consider one of his briefest poems, "The Lover Reflects: Afterwards" - "Perhaps I was greedy. I know I should be grateful/You wanted a snack and I wanted a plateful." An inventive technical master (creator of the "Ewart" form), he stalks his favorite prey--hypocrisy, love's foibles, the "pseuds"--with a razor-sharp wit. "There is iron in irony, although you smile," he writes in one poem: "...I have my language, you have yours/ a lower-archy is a hierarchy viewed from above."
Author: Gavin Ewart
ISBN: 0811210553
Publisher: New Directions
Published: 1988
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Condition: Used: Very Good
Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
J 1642571
Publisher Description:
Gavin Ewart, one of Britain's finest and most original poets, is presented here in a half-century retrospective. His subjects various and his approach toothsomely scathing, he believes: "good light verse is better than bad heavy verse any day of the week." Consider one of his briefest poems, "The Lover Reflects: Afterwards" - "Perhaps I was greedy. I know I should be grateful/You wanted a snack and I wanted a plateful." An inventive technical master (creator of the "Ewart" form), he stalks his favorite prey--hypocrisy, love's foibles, the "pseuds"--with a razor-sharp wit. "There is iron in irony, although you smile," he writes in one poem: "...I have my language, you have yours/ a lower-archy is a hierarchy viewed from above."
