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	<title>Comments on: Youthful Forms</title>
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		<title>By: Ange</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ange</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 23:43:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Don, please do share your Bunting expertise. I think he has a lot to teach us about handling materials -- not only vowels and consonants, but the &quot;material&quot; of our lives -- and I&#039;m constantly trying to get a handle on it. It seems like the lyric force leads us away from historical facts and more toward movements, phases, abstract things. It&#039;s very useful.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don, please do share your Bunting expertise. I think he has a lot to teach us about handling materials &#8212; not only vowels and consonants, but the &#8220;material&#8221; of our lives &#8212; and I&#8217;m constantly trying to get a handle on it. It seems like the lyric force leads us away from historical facts and more toward movements, phases, abstract things. It&#8217;s very useful.</p>
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		<title>By: Don Share</title>
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		<dc:creator>Don Share</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 19:16:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope it&#039;s OK, as a sort of resident expert on Bunting, to add that the poem, which BB dedicated as &quot;An autobiography /// For Peggy&quot; is acompanied by his own brief notes, at the end of which he explains:
&quot;An autobiography, but not a record of fact.  The first movement is no more a chronicle than the third.  The truth of the poem is of another kind.&quot;
At a reading in Buffalo, he remarked that the poem follows the &quot;phases of a lifetime in line with the phases of a year without any attempt to bring in historical facts.&quot;
BB had met his first and eventually long lost love, Peggy Greenbank, in 1912, and this poem to her was written to her in the mid-1960&#039;s: it articulates adolescence as seen by a man growing older and looking back... way back.
The poem was first published in &lt;i&gt;Poetry&lt;/i&gt; 107, no. 4 (January 1966), [213]-237.
See stuff &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poet.html?id=932&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope it&#8217;s OK, as a sort of resident expert on Bunting, to add that the poem, which BB dedicated as &#8220;An autobiography /// For Peggy&#8221; is acompanied by his own brief notes, at the end of which he explains:<br />
&#8220;An autobiography, but not a record of fact.  The first movement is no more a chronicle than the third.  The truth of the poem is of another kind.&#8221;<br />
At a reading in Buffalo, he remarked that the poem follows the &#8220;phases of a lifetime in line with the phases of a year without any attempt to bring in historical facts.&#8221;<br />
BB had met his first and eventually long lost love, Peggy Greenbank, in 1912, and this poem to her was written to her in the mid-1960&#8217;s: it articulates adolescence as seen by a man growing older and looking back&#8230; way back.<br />
The poem was first published in <i>Poetry</i> 107, no. 4 (January 1966), [213]-237.<br />
See stuff <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poet.html?id=932" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p>
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