William F Dougherty

Rookie - 54 Points (West Hartford, CT)

Comments about William F Dougherty

  • Silver Star - 4,038 Points Diane Hine (3/15/2015 3:45:00 AM)

    Clear a space in the poetry showcase, these blue-chip collectibles belong on the top shelf.

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  • Rookie - 340 Points Jim Hogg (12/1/2012 6:11:00 AM)

    For depth and density of analysis, breadth of learning, mastery of detail. connection and concept, his criticism compares with the very best. A mind to admire, work to learn from and his commitment to his art leaves me in awe.

  • Rookie - 72 Points Scotty Dogg (10/8/2012 7:56:00 PM)

    William, you still on the site? Just wondering. S

  • Rookie Robert Dyer (4/28/2012 2:11:00 AM)

    Anyone who dares to challenge the two poems who, to my mind, soar over English poetry, Epithalamion and Notes towards a supreme fiction, has my instantaneous respect. I will read more.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mark Pollins (4/27/2012 11:24:00 PM)

    it's great to come upon a true poet on the PoemHunter circuit

  • Rookie - 340 Points Jim Hogg (4/26/2012 8:59:00 AM)

    A virtuoso at work. Long may he continue to produce such authentic poetry.

  • Rookie Francis X. Burns (4/20/2012 9:20:00 PM)

    Work here reads like a study in poetic forms: open lyrics, sonnets, villanelles, triolets, couplets, tercets, epigrams,
    haiku, clerihews, even a sestina. Professional at work.

Best Poem of William F Dougherty

Wallace Stevens: The Click Of Marbled Orbs

(Sonnet as Keynote to WS)

The stout man puffs on his Havana cigar
And picks canary chords on his blue guitar,
Fashions flawed words and spindrift sounds
Into day-glow verbs and glass-blown nouns.
How much the notion of a supreme fiction
Derives from bric-a-brac and spiffy diction
None knows. Say his thickest absolutes
Derive from blue rotundities of fruits:
His crispest jugglery performs the feat
Of hardening stealthy points into concrete
Trombones, sausage-makers, cattle skulls,
And pettifogging buds. His monocle's
Univocal, a prop ...

Read the full of Wallace Stevens: The Click Of Marbled Orbs

Grayscale

The archived rite returns in gothic gray:
a bruise-dark sky, a blunt and tugging rain,
a sheen of black umbrellas, spaded clay.
The camera obscura, mind, ingrains
his father’s plot; and next, to seal her pain,
within three months, his mother’s sudden grave;
a delved dominion sears the turf again.
Nothing breaks the burlaped afternoon, save
when lightning cleaves the murk. Magnesium

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