Item description for Edith Wharton: Selected Poems (American Poets Project) by Louis Auchincloss...
Overview Features a range of previously unpublished works as well as pieces written in response to World War I, in a comprehensive survey that that sheds light on how Wharton used poetry to express the deeply emotional side of her nature.
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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 0.5" Width: 4.75" Height: 7.5" Weight: 0.55 lbs.
Release Date Oct 6, 2005
Publisher Library of America
ISBN 1931082863 ISBN13 9781931082860
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More About Louis Auchincloss
Louis Auchincloss was honored in the year 2000 as a "Living Landmark" by the New York Landmarks Conservancy. During his long career he wrote more than sixty books, including the story collection Manhattan Monologues and the novel The Rector of Justin. The former president of the Academy of Arts and Letters, he resided in New York City until his death in January 2010.
Louis Auchincloss currently resides in New York City, in the state of New York.
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An impressive selection of verse by a most remarkable woman who lived a most remarkable life Feb 10, 2006
Knowledgeably compiled and deftly edited by novelist and historian Louis Auchincloss, Edith Wharton: Selected Poems Offers contemporary readers an impressive selection of verse by a most remarkable woman who lived a most remarkable life. And who reflected her observations and reflections with masterpieces of poetic expression. Opportunities: Who knows his opportunities? They come/Not trumpet-tongued from Heaven, but small and dumb,/Not beckoning from the future's promised land,/But in the narrow present close at hand./They walk beside us with unsounding feet,/and like those two that trod the Eastern street/And with their Saviour bartered thought for thought,/Our eyes are holden and we know them not. 1878.