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the verythng, and sent It 70 her She |
kept 1t six months and returned IL, say !
ing she could make nothing OF ii. !
About this time" said Mr.. Browning,
STORY" (W. W. "Wanted tale,
sent II to him. He kept It six months
and returned it. saying It would not
do-and then" said Mr. Browning, III !
you have done me the honor to read
The Ring and the Book, you know the |
story
We are familiar with the complaint |
that American criticism Of books is un-
duly mild and approbatiye. II viii
therefore he 4 pleasure to many 10 dis
cover 50 fearless and severe a critic as
MI II. H. Sedgwick is capable OF being.
In his book. Essays on Great Writer'S
Houghton Mifnin & Coz he pays his
respects to D'Annunzio I'm these terms
Instead OF humor he has scon and
snters In place Of conscience he gives
us swollen egOism, We are human, We
want human beings, and he sets up
fantastic puppets we ask for man.
and under divers aliascs-he puts forth
himself
when Yone Noguchl lived IN a little
house on Joaquin Mller's place on the
height back 10 Oakland. he invited his
soul to use a Walt Whitman phrase, In
verse that appealed 20 the Imagination
because Of its lack OF form and It's I'M
pressionst effects, The young Japa-
nese, who had the simplicity and charm
Of child reflected I'm his Verse the
influence Of many poets, but he was
original In the trucst sense of the word,
for he 80 Colored and TRANSPORTED his
borrowings ms 10 make them his own,
or late Walt Whitman appears 10 BE-
the dominating influence and I'm NoCu-
Chi's new book OF verse From the
Eastern Sea" many poems are written
I'm the unrhyned irregular measure
that the author Of Leaves Of Grass
made his own. This new volume has an
introduction by lnaZo Nitohe who gives
short sketch Of Noguchis NE and
commcnds the book to his countrymen.
The little volume f. very well printed
aud bears the imprint Of Fazanbo & co.
Of Toxic There Is a fine portrait ~
the author with mis- Japanese signature.
a utle-page design of % river flowing
down from Fuiiyama and cover de-
sign of japanese boats beating up
against the wind.
N0guchl who ~ now making his home
In New York. Is full Of mpross'onist
pictures, ms Of ola, OF his genuine poe
Tie ability there Is no doubt, but he still
finds It difficult to put his Imaginings
into words Some Of his poems are
merely wonderfully clever attempts to
catch the vagarles of mood; others
picture the poets rapture over natures
beauty Among the maze Of words,
many NJ which are used purely for their
decorative and color effect, one comes
upon noble lines. Thus IN the apostro-
nhe To Ocean there are these two grand
lines;
Eternal organist Of the souls Of the
land.
Mighty singer for Man and Truth
In many Of these poems, reminders
Of Whitman occur but II Is a Whitman
| idealIzcd ana spiritualI2nd. Here for
instance are Lines which have the
hallmark Of the author Of Leaves Of
Grass" but which appeal to ones i'm.
aglnation 10y the figures that each line
centuries up
LINES.
| love the sanity chant of the winds
touching their odorous fingers TO
the harp Of the angel Spring;
| love the undiscording sound Of thou
sands Of birds whose concord Of
songs echoes on the ryulet afari
! muse on the solemn mountain which
waits In sound content for the
time when the Lord calls forth;
| roam with the wings Of hiGh-ralsed
fantasy IN the pure universe;
| on, ! chant Of the garden Of Adam and
Eve,
Probably the most finished poem in
| the volume, as we'll as the one which
shows the highest creative ability,
| is called "Apparltion," II reveals great
! command over the resources Of rhythm,
and In dainty charm and mystery Of
allusIon II would reflect credit on any
| English pOct
APpARlTION,
| Twas morn,
! felt the Whltonoss Of her brow
| over my face | raised my eyes and saw
| The breeze passing on dewy feet
Twas noon
Her slightly trembling lips Of passion
I saw, felt but where she smiled
Were only yellow flakes of sunlight
| Twas eve:
The velvet shadows OF her hair EMBODIED
me;
| eagerly stretched my hand to grasp
her
But touched the darkness Of eve,
| Twas night
I heard her eloquent violet eyes
whispering love- but from the heaven
| Gazol down the stars IN gathering
tears,
This young japanese poet cannot be-
measured by any Of the rules that gov
ern English or American writer's II
/ verse, for he looks ut things from tho