Become a Name cuts the plangency of Tennyson’s Ulysses with Penelope’s bold spice: ‘I sunk like loot, / Strewing the salt meniscus with my dross.’ Goode bears her heart here, full as it is of imperfect yearning and jagged music; these are poems of great heat, and they affect as the flame does....
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|Number of Pages||:||36 Pages|
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