Eli Siegel - Works

Works

Among Siegel's many published works are:

  • Self and World: An Explanation of Aesthetic Realism. About Self and World, Smithsonian magazine wrote: "Whether child or adult is spoken of, this book sees a person's concerns with dignity and compassion". (February, 1982)
  • Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana: Poems, a collection of poems nominated for a National Book Award in 1958. Regarding the title poem, poet William Carlos Williams wrote, "I say definitely that that single poem, out of a thousand others written in the past quarter century, secures our place in the cultural world". John Henry Faulk, speaking of the poems in this book, said on CBS radio, "Eli Siegel makes a man glad he's alive".
  • Hail, American Development, containing 178 poems, including 32 translations—"all with the same incomparable sensibility at work saying things nobody else could say", wrote Kenneth Rexroth in the New York Times Book Review,; adding, " translations of Baudelaire and his commentaries on them rank him with the most understanding of the Baudelaire critics in any language". (23 March 1969)
  • James and the Children: A Consideration of Henry James's "Turn of the Screw" and Goodbye Profit System: Update.
  • Is Beauty the Making One of Opposites?, The Journal of Aesthetics and Art Criticism, Vol. XIV, No. 2, December 1955 (see Terrain Gallery.

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