chapter  87
Paul Dinkins, ‘Stevens is no esthete; he is a thinker’, Dallas Morning News
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To misuse Mr. Stevens’ metaphor-it may be said that his angels do not sing or fly: they perform an intricate and elegant ballet on the point of a needle. He is one of our major poets, as ‘major’ goes these days; which is to say scarcely more than that he is admired by the kind of critics and poets called serious, and that his audience, numerically considered, is a small one, whatever varieties of superiority it may possess. Such is poetry’s situation now; and we have the choice of blaming the public for being lazy and imperceptive, or the poets for being obscure and difficult - or the twentieth century for being the twentieth century.