Edgar Bowers (2 March 1924 - 4 February 2000 / Rome)
Edgar Bowers was an American poet who won the Bollingen Prize in Poetry in 1989.
Bowers was born in Rome, Georgia in 1924. During World War II he joined the military and served in Counter-intelligence against Germany. He graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in 1950 and did graduate work in English literature at Stanford University. Bowers published several books of poetry, including The Form of Loss, For Louis Pasteur, and The Astronomers. He won two fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, and taught at Duke University and the University of California, Santa Barbara.
In Bowers's obituary, the English poet Clive Wilmer wrote, 'The title poem... more »
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You stood alone to watch the searchlights trace
Their careful webs against the boding sky,'' -
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Into the very water that she lights;''
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If Edgar Bowers' art in writing poetry is neglected, it indicts the sinking art of reading poetry.
Another giant, lost in virtual anonymity, but canonical just the same. Great lyrical poetry here, almost on par with Stevens. A joy to read him.