A funny thing happened on the way to Wallace Stevens' later poetry

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Actually, there is no divide. 

I'd have to disagree.  I experienced it in real time, reading Stevens, remembering Pound.  I no longer see it as a "my team vs. your team" because all poets are on the same team, us against an indifferent world.

I can enjoy Pound, I can enjoy Stevens with the same brain.  Stevens doesn't come naturally to me, like Pound does, but I'm getting there.

I now see Hart Crane more clearly (at least I think I do, will have to read him again and find out) thanks to Stevens.

I also find it funny that Hugh Kenner used Edward Lear to insult Stevens' poetry.  Lear is on our team too.  In fact, one of the best of us.

Damn, this is fun.

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But all fun must come to an end.  Sun comes up, burns away cool, sweet darkness, leaves me trapped in this damned forever summer.  Time to open a book and escape the Real.