reviews

In the folds of the hills

This is a pleasantly unpretentious little volume, bound in paper covers with an appropriately light and deft cover design.

These two books by prominent younger English poets are, I believe, symptomatic of the present state of poetry in England.

Whoever said 'of the masking of books there is no end' must have been an editor responsible for reviewing.

Alden Nowlan differs from most of the younger poets in this country in that he is unconnected with the university system, which has tended more and more to be both a starting point and the final resting place of his contemporaries.

The first of these is a beautifully produce book: convenient in size, well bound in an attractive red cover with white lettering and an appropriate black cover design, good quality paper, clear and well-proportioned type faces.

Whenver I read a critic who defines a poem as a certain kind of 'entity' I think of Alfred Kinsey.

I believe this book is worthy of mention because, unlike most 'vanity' publications, it does not bear on its surface the reasons for its failure to achieve regular publication.

In London that spring I attended a week-end converence on Narrative.

I am sorry that Descent from Eden is encumbered with an explanatory foreword (if only on the flap).