In the canon
The Cantos
- Form
- Form Epic Poem
- Year
- Year 1962
- Pages
- Pages 800
A poet spends his life on one endless poem meant to hold all of history, art and economics, and it swells through paradise and wreckage to end in fragments confessing it cannot cohere.
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross.
The blurb, the gist, the why of the day and the work itself are in the app. The first button needs it on this device; the second gets it there.