reviews

Most of the poems in this first book are just as flat, prosy and two-dimensional as the prairie wheat fields which the author describes with such exactness.

These three books are a good portent for Canadian poetry.

Cobras and Cockle Shells is a lucid and intelligent attempt to classify contemporary poetry according to form.

Most of the sixteen poems presented in this volume have been separately published in various poetry reviews and little magazines.

Stylistically the fifteen stories in this volume make me think of O'Flaherty or the later Tolstoi who read his pious tales to the bearded peasants on his estate.

Disdain my verse, the language of the age:Be cold, be hard, impersonal as stone,Or only use that argot for your rage,says John Heath-Stubbs in a villanelle that stands at the beginning of his book.

The sun, symbol of warmth, even passionate fierceness, never appears at its burning pitch of summer fury in this book.

The poems in this group of Ryerson Chap-books are a mixed lot.

Here are three little books of verse of Canadians whose work has hitherto been printed only in such magaines as The Fiddlehead and Northern Review, which again indicate the importance today of the small private presses for the publication of poetry.

This 'group of biographical and critical essays' by Desmond Pacey appears appropriately in 1958: fifteen years have passed since Sir Charles G.D. Roberts' death marked the close of an era, and a new pattern in ...