The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-04-24

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dors Lynch Fitxsimons, q volume
OF true poetry by an American
ssho sets . precedent Of not FOL.
lowing precedent.
American poetry Is nnding q much
higher level than II has reached In
many years. II is striking down the
barriers OF convention which stulti-
fed II 30 long; II Ia getting away
from the moralizing. storytelling
phase which bound II In such sense
less shackles: II 10 becoming what
any real poetry must be--the free
outpouring OF lofty thought In metri-
cal form.
Theodore Lynch Fitssimons has
written an exquisite little book OF
verse called ITO One from Already"
The main part Ia In sonnet form
and breathes Of love - the breescs
play upon the awakened earth.
"You were the passionate wind and
the Tyre;
Your sweet breath swept my chords
and did inspire
Lyrics of love. and made wild words
to low"
The author has the beauty Of the
pagan In his heart. Here are no
mournful dirges: no talk Of good
ness; no thirsting after righteous.
ness. There Is voluptuous aban-
donment in The Sleeping Faun"
which is far removed from any
American poetry we have hitherto
seen. Mr.. Fitxsimons Ia real
poet, not a rhymster or q teacher.
He should have a chaplet OF laurel
for his head and wear flowing
robe, with sandals on his feet.
Sherman. French 4 Co.. Boston.
VERSE. by Adelaide crapssy, .
book full Of the Haurs Of life
Ieapins toward the hssvsrs.
Adelaide Crapsey. like the young
Keats. was snatched away too soon.
Perhaps they had both poured the
essence OF their lives, distilled TO
the richest drops. into the poems
which are deathiess, and, perhaps,
this transcendent gift burned TO
ashes the coarser material of the
flesh. We know not. nor ever will.
hut here IL the flame of life leap
ing toward the heavens and tri-
umphing amid the wreck Of dying
bodies. "Birth.Moment" needs no
comparison with other poems bet
ter known. II can stand alone. II
Ia the cry OF the soul for life; more
life; the compelling force, the i'm
polling voice Of all creation. Put
into the mouth OF the maiden, II is
exquisite and radiantly lovely; the
primal instinct OF the poetry OF Walt
Whitman welded TO the beautiful
art OF Greece. II pulses TO the
spring time: II reaches for the
heights like . fountain gushing from
the earth. What In there else but
this wonderful. God-liks desire Of
youth for completion! And the
"Cinquains" with their I'VE brief
lines, embracing eternity In q score
OF wordsyAy Release" Trapped;
Amaze" and The Grand Canyon"
the only description that ever. even
family. brought us within its
mighty presence:
by Zeus
Shout word OF this
To the eldest dead. Titans
Gods, Heroes come, who have once
moro
A home
II Is impossible to put into words
what we feel about these poems.
Verse" Adelaide Crapsey.
The Manas Press. Rochester. New
York.
THE AFTERMATH OF BATTLE, BY
Edward o. ToIsnd, . true story by
Q Red cross worker In the trench.
90, written without literary effort,
thus sehlevins real literature.
Edward q. Tolaud. . young Amer
zeal volunteer. In the American Red
Cross service, found time, while in
the war hospitals Of France to jot
down. from day to day, what came
within his own sphere Of action.
Like all experiences written at the
time Of occurrence. they are 40 Owen
wister says torn fresh and hot"
from the mind and heart Of this
young man. He did every kind Of
work from dressing wounds. carry.
Ing injured men. giving ether and
trying to ease the minds and bodies
OF the dying to cooking. pumping
water, building nres and driving the
ambulance. His complete self for.
getfulness and devotion to the ser.
vice he had undertaken show q fine
spirit. The book In like q private
diary. no prstence being made to-
ward literary style and thus achiev.
ing the highest style. The cases
brought in from day to day Are 80
vividly described, yet with no effort
to harrow our feelings. that We see
the whole sickenins. awful picture
before us.
Macmillan. publishers. New York;
800
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