Theodore Roethke

Between generations

A review of Keith Waldrop's 'Selected Poems'

Photo of Keith Waldrop (right) © 2009 Charles Bernstein/PennSound.

“It’s / true enough that we’ve fallen between / two generations — one drunk, the other / stoned,”[1] Keith Waldrop writes in an early poem addressed to his wife, poet and translator Rosmarie Waldrop. It’s easy to imagine that Waldrop, born in 1932, is thinking of the “liquor and analysis” (43) that marked the lives of some of his lionized predecessors, such as Berryman and Lowell, and of the intoxicating, telling wit that can mark their work.

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