An Exploration of a New Poetic Expression Beyond Dichotomy

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Universal-Publishers, 2004 - Literary Criticism - 404 pages
This study attempts to re-evaluate Lawrence's poetry, which has often been read as a set of biographical documents or supplementary notes to his novels, as fully independent literary work in the light of post-modern critical theory. The author carefully examines how Lawrence needed to misread his precursors, the nineteenth-century Romantics, to establish himself as one of the modern poets. What separates his poetry from his precursors' is his self-consciousness as a modern poet. His search for radical freedom in language and his meta-poetic exploration of a new poetic expression make him a true pioneer of the "terra incognita" in English poetry.

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INTRODUCTION
7
REEVALUATION OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN
14
THE POETS SEEK FOR A WAY TO APPROACH
88
A STRATEGY TO OVERCOME LOGOCENTRICISM
164
THE POETS RHETORICAL STRATEGY TO OVERCOME
281

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Page 124 - And he commanded the multitude to sit down on the grass, and took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and looking up to heaven, he blessed, and brake, and gave the loaves to his disciples, and the disciples to the multitude.
Page 73 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Page 154 - A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole, Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after, Overcame me now his back was turned.
Page 358 - Reach me a gentian, give me a torch let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness.
Page 17 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Page 299 - The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell emerges strange and lovely. And the little ship wings home, faltering and lapsing on the pink flood, and the frail soul steps out, into her house again filling the heart with peace.
Page 152 - He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough And rested his throat upon the stone bottom, And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness He sipped with his straight mouth, Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, Silently.

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