“With the exception of the amazing cleverness of this youthful verse there seems little promise in it.”
| − + | Ind. 63: 1230. N. 21, ’07. 30w. |
“Even Mr. Viereck’s sustained energy of phrase and the fine orotund music of his verse hardly avails against this vicious monotony of subject. The subject, however, is fortunately taken not so much from life as from a rather narrow segment of poetic literature.”
| − + | Nation. 85: 36. Jl. 11, ’07. 330w. |
Reviewed by Wm. Aspenwall Bradley.
| + | N. Y. Times. 12: 407. Je. 22, ’07. 920w. |
“He speaks in spontaneous and eloquent verse, melodious with the memories of the recurrent haunting harmonies of Poe, the sea-surge of Mr. Swinburne and the plangent tenderness of Oscar Wilde, and ringing also with a certain hammer-blow of passion which is entirely his own. He speaks with authority of the half-sensuous and half-religious hysteria of adolescence. Mr. Viereck is as yet only a possibility; but his possibility is glorious.” Clayton Hamilton.
| + + − | No. Am. 185: 556. Jl. 5, ’07. 1180w. |
“It will never set the poetic world on fire by its originality, for the writer has but a note and a half at best, and follows closely certain poets whom he obviously admires with extravagance. Mr. Viereck has as yet accomplished only a fair imitation of the real thing. A near-poet of twenty-two has still so much to learn.”
| − | Putnam’s. 3: 111. O. ’07. 220w. |