Book Discussion
Two Finds
Poems, by George Cronyn. [The Glebe. Albert and Charles Boni, New York.]
I am very sorry indeed that this book arrived when most of our space was pre-empted. I need room for the sort of appreciation that I feel for these poems.
That extraordinary, delightful, and Quixotic institution, The Glebe, which insists on publishing stuff on its merits, apart from considerations of popularity, has had divine luck in finding Cronyn,—whoever he is.
For Cronyn is a poet. Not just a versifier, but a poet. His verse has a facility which does not detract from its beauty. I have encountered sheer beauty more often in his book than in any volume of modern poetry that I have read for some time.
Here is a sample:
Clouds
Whence do you come, oh silken shapes,
Across the silver sky?