Amateur poems about baby daughters

Description:Email this page If the history of poetry had a red-light district, James Dickey would be found down one of its darker alleys. The poem begins with an ugly rumor about a woolly jar-baby in an Atlanta museum, and then allows that child to utter some of the loveliest pastoral lines of the 20th century. Its strategy was pure Dickey—to prick the puritanical conscience of America by dignifying its deepest taboo. His constant swing between erudite writer and redneck outlaw put him in a unique position to redefine the pastoral poem. They are almost always written by urbanites: Theocritus and Virgil were giddy practitioners.

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