When Weirton Steel was powerful and poured-Columns of smoke and fumes into the air-North of Martins Ferry in the valley-And orange water tumbled from its sluices-Into an umber river far below-I was a boy. --Sonnet I, lines 1-6. The one hundred sonnets in this volume carry us beyond the author's boyhood into a voyage of adult concerns but also playfulness, love of art, and intimations of Paradise. They affirm in many ways a nobility Wallace Stevens thought was hard to find in contemporary poetry.
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When Weirton Steel was powerful and poured-Columns of smoke and fumes into the air-North of Martins Ferry in the valley-And orange water tumbled from its sluices-Into an umber river far below-I was a boy. --Sonnet I, lines 1-6. The one hundred sonnets in this volume carry us beyond the author's boyhood into a voyage of adult concerns but also playfulness, love of art, and intimations of Paradise. They affirm in many ways a nobility Wallace Stevens thought was hard to find in contemporary poetry.
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