tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8470094.post114729688621464546..comments2024-03-18T16:55:31.971+00:00Comments on This Space: "The flower of my anger grows wild"Stephen Mitchelmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01658772259307446873noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8470094.post-1147381116597163212006-05-11T21:58:00.000+01:002006-05-11T21:58:00.000+01:00You're right of course. He was so much older then....You're right of course. He was so much <I>older</I> then.Stephen Mitchelmorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01658772259307446873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8470094.post-1147376267080848252006-05-11T20:37:00.000+01:002006-05-11T20:37:00.000+01:00But then the early prose is hardly a barrel of lau...But then the early prose is hardly a barrel of laughs either (On the Mountain, Frost). Maybe he had to produce that to be able to subvert it later. There are interesting things in the poems but, unlike the narratives, you rarely find yourself wanting to revisit them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com