Revolution has lasted remarkably, in an age which normally encourages premature obsolescence. For Mr. Yvor Winters, the strangest and in some respects the remarkable of all modern American critics, has been for a generation a bitter and resourceful counter-revolutionary. Winters is the John the Baptist of the Counter-Revolution. His critique is useful even if one dissents from his own programme. Mr. Graham Hough's book, admirable throughout, is dominated by its long opening section, 'Reflections on a Literary Revolution'. Mr. Hough has come to believe that 'modern' poetry is the result of 'a few very powerful talents' which have 'succeeded in establishing idiosyncratic positions', and that it ought to be seen as a fascinating backwater, not as the main stream. He calls the revolution 'Imagist', a good enough name for it, and defines its programme as 'Symbolism without the magic'. the revolutionary ideals are firmly entrenched.