Title: More of the same...
Product review: This work is typical of Emerson and, more broadly, what I call American poetry's School of Homey Reminiscence: poetry that cannot and really never tries to transcend the particulars of the poet's biography, be it real or imagined. This sort of poetry takes as its measure and standard of reality the poet's own "poetic sensibility." There is no larger vision. Necessarily, given their ontological retardation, the forms and language of Emerson's poems must be stiff, respectable and, above all, "correct."
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