At one time or another, during the past 45 years, almost every critic or lover of English letters has rubbed his eyes and recognized the genius of Walter De la Mare (rhymes with beyond compare). Then, like a man waking at dawn and suddenly sure about something unusual, the reader has either turned over and drifted off again or has quickly lost his hunchwhatever it wasin daytime business.
It is literary news, therefore, that in the 76th summer of De la Mare's life, his work has at long last gotten some of the critical recognition...
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