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Hazlitt might agree that "[Crabbe's] verse is at once critique and revelation," but thereby finds it outrageous and unpoetical.
A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity--he is continually in for--and filling some other Body.
from the belief that public issues are inherently unpoetical, a notion
The critics who would have us believe that there is something essentially unpoetical about a bohunk (whatever a bohunk may be) and something essentially poetical about Sir Lancelot of the Lake are, of course, simply negligible.
6) Emerson considers science to be "false by being unpoetical.
The anger of the activist would have rendered them harsh and unpoetical, in her ears and in Australian ears attuned only to non-modernist melodies.
A charming instance in the ode of this determination to poeticize the unpoetical, fallen from the pen of a poet who hadn't the faintest idea of what is charming, is his description of steamships "slighting sails and scorning oars" to "keep faith with Time on distant shores," i.
The nuances of a contemporary spoken English are now audible in this decidedly post-Georgian poetry, with its touches of unpoetical, antipoetical exasperation ensuring a freshness in what is after all a traditional romantic contrasting of the natural and the mechanical.
A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity--he is continually in for--and filling some other Body--The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute--the poet has none; no identity--he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Whether Dorn gains anything by declaring his poem unpoetical is an odd but (to me) interesting question.
For Keats, the poet is "the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity," as he put it in a letter to his friend Richard Woodhouse.
Reflect too, as I cannot but do here more and more, in spite of all the nonsense some people talk, how deeply unpoetical the age and all one's surroundings are.