New and Collected Poems

by Archibald MacLeish

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Genres: Poetry

493 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1976

About the author

American poet Archibald MacLeish won a Pulitzer Prize for Conquistador in 1932, served as librarian of Congress from 1939 and as assistant secretary of state from 1944 to 1945, and won again for Collected Poems 1917-1952 and the verse play J.B. (1958).

The modernist school associates this writer. He received three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.

Reviews

[Melki · Rating 4 out of 5]

My college poetry teacher, the late Dr. Harold Gleason - http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.... - told the best Archibald MacLeish story I've ever heard. (Well, quite honestly, the ONLY Archibald MacLeish story I've ever heard...and it wasn't technically even ABOUT Archibald MacLeish.)

It seems that when Dr. Gleason was in college, he got fixed up on a double date with the daughter of the aforementioned esteemed poet. She apparently overdid the burgers and strawberry shakes at the local malt shoppe, and promptly emptied the contents of her stomach onto young Harold's lap. Gleason was a great bullshitter, so who knows if this is true, but he told his tale with such aplomb and finished with a killer line - "There you have it. My main claim to fame...being thrown up on by Archibald MacLeish's daughter."

Funny...it didn't seem to make it onto his tombstone...

[Greg Stratman · Rating 5 out of 5]

"We know that love, like light, grows dearer toward the dark."

"I speak this poem now with grave and level voice/In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall./I praise the flower-barren fields, the clouds, the tall/Unanswering branches where the wind makes sullen noise./I praise the fall: it is the human season."

"The plastic prisms of the chandelier/shiver with laughter from another year"

". . . what your eyes see, is."

"Love is a bird in a fist:/To hold it hides it, to look at it lets it go."

[Monica · Rating 4 out of 5]

Nearly 500 pages of poetry. Wonderful sounds and images.

[Griflet · Rating 5 out of 5]

You'll know how much I love a book by how long it takes me to read it, either gobbled or savoured, and how many flags it ends up with :)

[Joseph Tepperman]

Worth it just for the long poem Conquistador alone