Autor: Kenneth Rexroth

America’s Most Unusual Writer…In this fascinating volume, devoted to the work of one of the most dynamic, controversial and unusual living American writers, you will find many eloquent and moving …

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Nature writings by one of America’s greatest poets, written out of a deep experience of the Sierras. Over the course of his life, Kenneth Rexroth wrote about the Sierra Nevada better than anyone. Pro …

This volume brings together all of Kenneth Rexroth’s shorter poems from 1920 to the present, including a group of new poems written since the publication of Natural Numbers, drawn from seven earlier …

This is a companion volume to the Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth which was published in 1967. This is a companion volume to the Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth which was publis …

It is remarkable that any Westerner—even so fine a poet as Kenneth Rexroth—could have captured in translation so much of the subtle essence of classic Japanese poetry: the depth of controlled passion …

The lyrical world of Chinese poetry in faithful translations by Kenneth Rexroth. The lyric poetry of Tu Fu ranks with the greatest in all world literature. Across the centuries—Tu Fu lived in the T’a …

From early as the seventh century up to the present day, no other has had so many important women poets as Japan. In this collection (originally published by The Seabury Press in 1977 as The Burning …

An assemblage of delicate Chinese verse which delicately explore the worlds of love, nature, and meditation. Love and the Turning Year includes a selection from the Yueh Fu—folk songs from the Six …

“Rexroth’s readings from the Japanese master poets are breathtaking in their simplicity and clarity.”—The New York Times I go out of the darkness Onto a road of darkness Lit only by the far off Moon …

The late Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982) is surely one of the most readable of this century’s great American poets.  He is also one of the most sophisticated. Like William Carlos Williams, he honed …

“Nothing stands still in this poetry: the wind blows the trees, the lake water ripples and the ever-present road runs in and out of the hills.”—American Poetry Review Moss covered paths between scar …