Overrated by her own account, a poem that threatens to overshadow the rest of her contribution to American letters, nonetheless, a poem whose music is that of 20th Century America—decentered, propulsive, falling, open to the sounds it finds in its proximity.
Also: Her poem in that American pronoun, “ The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel.” Overrated by her own account, a poem that threatens to overshadow the rest of her contribution to American letters, nonetheless, a poem whose music is that of 20th Century America—decentered, propulsive, falling, open to the sounds it finds in its proximity.