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By John R. Bolton
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Topic - Robert Lowell
Poetry is for lovers, and particularly for the lovers of the language, who linger over words, letters and syllables to marvel how the masters organize words into disciplined choirs and make them sing to the ages. The master of the masters, Seamus Heaney, 74, died last week, remembered by everyone who appreciates a lyrical turn of phrase as "a great oak," fallen.
The Nobel Prize poet who made the language sing
We're all familiar with biographies - and even the occasional works of fiction like "The Forsyte Saga" - that have family trees to help us figure out who's who. This memoir could sure use one, but then again, its author, burdened as she is by heredity and experience, might have been hard put at various times in her life to provide an accurate one.
Billy Collins, one of the country's most popular poets, had never seen his work in e-book form until he recently downloaded his latest collection on his Kindle.