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Thom Gunn

(29 August 1929 – 25 April 2004 / England)

My Sad Captains


One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical
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  • Nick Capozzoli (4/18/2009 10:30:00 PM)

    This 'little' poem has a classical lyrical ethos and brilliance...it stands up to Sappho. The subject, Gunn's recollection of his friends, could easily have lapsed into sentimentality, just as could have Sappho's. Instead, he puts them into an apallingly cold hard orbit in the classical cosmos. (Report) Reply

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