reviews

These sixteen sonnets by Fred Cogswell succeed admirably; they are a fine contribution to the rich store of poetry which the Maritimes have given us.

Attractively bound in grey cloth, generously leaded, and printed in 12-point Baskerville type on soft, cream-coloured paper, The Old Bateau has an old-fashioned graciousness about it.

There are two kinds of poetry in this, the latest of Miss Law's six volumes of published verse.

This attractively printed little book has as it Foreword:

At this moment I can think of only one purpose for which I would travel from the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia to the lumbering settlement of Lillooet in the province of New Brunswick.

This Green Earth is a little, paper-backed book of fifty-two pages and forty poems, but its modest size is deceptive because, in it, Mr. Bourinot write of events and people three thousand years and six thousand miles apart.

A white villa stares sightless over an undulant plain, a grasshopper crackles and crumbles the summer between its wings, a cypress dozes in a river valley, an upturned tank points its gun to the fathomless blue of a Tuscan sky.

Miss Sarton has achieved admirably the task she set herself in this book - that of universalizing the personal.

Although during his years of digging into our literary past, Desmond Pacey has discovered only a few gold nuggets imbedded in mountains of mediocrity,

This chapbook of poetry has not received from Canadian reviewers the recognition which it deserves.