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...poet Theodore Roethke died of a heart attack. Two days later, critic Richard Blackmur died after a long bout with Buerger's disease. In the same year, poet and critic Randall Jarrell was instantly killed when a car hit him. And in 1966 poet Delmore Schwartz died of a heart attack...
After a dismal period in New York, when he could neither find work nor write poems, Princeton came to the rescue. Critic R.P. Blackmur offered a temporary post teaching creative writing. He advised the couple: "Make yourselves invaluable, and they won't be able to let you go." They tried, and were let go anyhow. But a combination of grants, fellowships, publishers' advances and occasional teaching kept the Berrymans in Princeton for nearly ten years. She left...
...author's account of this period is totally without rancor. There was plenty of pain for husband and wife, but also a parade of fascinating people. Randall Jarrell visited, slim, elegantly dressed, talking like a hillbilly; he twanged out such expressions as "Gol-ly!" and "Ba-by Doll!" Blackmur's wife Helen kept Princeton abuzz with gossip because she so openly scorned the role of faculty wife. When her husband told her that he had invited T.S. Eliot to dinner, she said, "Tell him to bring his own chop." During an erratic ride to a local restaurant, Edmund...
...easy to think that Vendler smiles every time a new book of poems arrives at her doorstep. This excitement fills Part Of Nature, Part Of Us, and is virtually unparalleled in the field. One critic has gone so far as to call her "the legitimate successor to R.P. Blackmur and Randall Jarrell...
...pages) a lot of poets are sounding like Pound. The muse seems hardly to notice World War I; the next conflagration receives extended attention from writers as diverse as Randall Jarrell, Karl Shapiro and Robinson Jeffers. Teacher-poets appear in the '30s and '40s: R.P. Blackmur, William Empson, Allen Tate. A generation later is heard the dry academic rustle of those they taught...