Carl Rakosi

Carl Rakosi’s poetry is not my cup of tea, or perhaps I just found the pastoral by bad luck (“Hygiei, …”). Whatever my feeling, though, I can certainly state that these are high quality poems that contain none of the sins common amongst online poets. I think, having sweated ridiculously in the humidity over the last few days, that summer has alienated me, so summer poems run straight into my discomfort.

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