ABSTRACT
In an otherwise favorable review of Louis Untermeyer’s 1919 book, The New Era in American Poetry, Alice Corbin Henderson scoffs at his unqualified enthusiasm for Amy Lowell’s poetry. She cannot believe that in his enthusiasm for Lowell he does not notice “the spiritual poverty, the manufactured stage-passion, the continuous external glitter with no depth beneath, the monotony of style, the freeverse bombast, the lack of real humor, or the endless emphasis on form external to that true form which develops from within.”2
