'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Friday, March 29, 2013

Geoffrey Hill, briefly considered...


     The early poetry of Geoffrey Hill finds its telos in the later. It's inexorable, and makes perfect sense. Whether the later poetry is any good or not, well, that's a whole other wicket. There's so little of the former, and so much of the later - perhaps that's a parallax of a sort. 

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