![]() ![]() Sisson emerged and until recently remained a classic poet with an insidious twist - brusque, remorseless, a survivor with a stripping gaze. ![]() The poet capable of writing this, conventionally communicative though it is, is capable of writing anything, something terrible. Sisson made his verse leap before his whip: ![]() The updating lay, at first, in brutal quickness. An incisive analyst of human nature, he wrote like a curiously updated Latin epigrammatist, and in the mid twentieth century this was bold in proportion as it was reactionary - almost reprehensibly crisp and direct. The emotions he evoked, the situations he depicted, often seemed to exist independently of himself. Yet the Sisson of The London Zoo (1961), Numbers (1965), and Metamorphoses (1968) was a more classic artist than any of these. Not that even now he will attract much notice: his work is the sort that stands clearer as more fashionable stuff slides away.Īfter a long career as a civil servant, indeed without abandoning it, Sisson almost instantly became a poet both willed and worthy to please some of the highest brows of the century: Pound, Eliot, T. Born in England in 1914, Sisson was silent for forty years, obscure for twenty more. ![]() £3.75.įEW ENTRANCES could be so masterful, dramatically late, but timely, as C. ![]()
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