Who is Richard Aldington
Richard Aldington (8 July 1892 – 27 July 1962), born Edward Godfree Aldington, was an English writer and poet, and an early associate of the Imagist movement. He was married to the poet Hilda Doolittle (H. D.) from 1911 to 1938. His 50-year writing career covered poetry, novels, criticism and biography. He edited The Egoist, a literary journal, and wrote for The Times Literary Supplement, Vogue, The Criterion and Poetry. His biography of Wellington (1946) won him the James Tait Black Memorial Prize. His contacts included writers T. S. Eliot, D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Pound, W. B. Yeats, Lawrence Durrell, C. P. Snow, and others. He championed Hilda Doolittle as the major poetic voice of the Imagist movement and helped her work gain international notice.Early life and marriage
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Richard Aldington Poems
- The Faun Sees Snow For The First Time
Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send vengeance on these Oreads ... - Bombardment
Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,... - Daisy
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes,
nunc...
- Catullus
... - Goodbye!
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth
And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains; ... - Childhood
I
The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood
Put me out of love with God. ...
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Isidro_li: on earth apple-trees, weighted with red fruit, streams, passing through the corn-lands, hear laughter. we pluck the asphodel, yet we weave no crowns for we have no vines; no one speaks here; no one kisses. — richard aldington
War_poets: 3 march 1917 richard aldington writes ‘all wasted youth, broken hope, lost effort touches me deeply–and–you will think me very inhuman–i don’t mind when i see older men “clipped” & hear them moaning–it’s the boys, the dear heart of youth stabbed–that’s what hurts.’
Thewfa: richard aldington, an established and successful poet, critic, and translator by 1928, wrote ‘death of a hero’ in a rush, which only adds to its vitality and authenticity. read our reviews of ‘death of a hero’ and vivien whelpton’s biography (part i) >
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