Catherine Eisner

All poets, whatever they may seem to others, die young.  Tennessee Williams Suddenly Last Summer . You might say  of certain literar...

Listening once more – as is traditional with us – to the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols broadcast  on Christmas Eve  from King’s Colleg...

When is a metrical makeweight ever acceptable to a poet? Padding? Never! Tennyson’s Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white , for ex...

I’m ashamed to admit I’ve taken agin a number of writers simply because, unknown to me, like Amundsen at the South Pole, they’ve trumped me ...