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“A colossus among critics. . . . His enthusiasm for literature is a joyous intoxicant.” —New York Times

In this charming anthology, esteemed literary critic Harold Bloom collects the last poems of history's most important and celebrated poets. As with his immensely popular Best Poems of the English Language, Bloom has carefully curated and annotated the final works of one hundred poets in Till I End My Song, with selections from John Keats, T.S. Eliot, Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickinson, Dylan Thomas, Robert Frost, D.H. Lawrence, W.H. Auden, John Milton, Herman Melville, Emily Brontë, and others. Written with the same wise and discerning commentary of earlier books—including his acclaimed Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human and The Book of JTill I End My Song is a moving and provocative meditation on the relationship between art, meaning, and ultimately, death, from the literary titan of our time.

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PublisherHarperCollins
Release dateOct 12, 2010
ISBN9780062009739
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Harold Bloom

Harold Bloom (Nueva York, 1930-Connecticut, 2019) fue el crítico literario más prestiogioso de nuestro tiempo. Ganador del McArthur Prie Fellow y el Premio Internacional de Catalunya, entre otros galardones, y miembro de la American Academy es autor de una veintena de libros y una de las personalidades más influyentes dentro del mundo de los estudios literarios.

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    Like many young artists, I have a complicated relationship with Harold Bloom. You're likely to find me either writing passionate, 5-star reviews of his books, or worrying at the pages with my teeth in defiance. He has read and absorbed (and taught) more brilliant works in his eight decades then many of us can ever hope to, and has shared this love and knowledge with so many. I feel privileged to have several of his volumes - including his magnificent "Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human". At other times, though, I find myself growing aggrieved at his stubborn insistence on individual poets or works, or dismissal of others, even as I realise that is a completely irrational response: how else is artistic criticism supposed to survive but through dogged, well-read advocates like Bloom? (Or perhaps it's just because I made it through 16 years of government-sanctioned education without ever reading the "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam", and so I bristle every time Bloom assures me it is "the most famous poem in the English language".) Indeed, sometimes I like to imagine Bloom sitting at home with a pizza, binge-watching "Mary Tyler Moore" or "Dallas", just for the laughs. (Whatever else you may say about him, Harold Bloom is actually a man who seems to connect just as easily with the high poets as with the low; he's no A.S. Byatt, wilting in her tower and refusing to connect her television.)

    All of which is a needlessly self-centered prelude to saying: this book is great! The poems contained are an eccentric mix covering four centuries, ranging from self-confessed last poems to mid-career poems that Bloom has chosen to include instead. As always with this author, it's a joy just to learn new works of art and hear what makes them so special to at least one man. But more so, "Till I End My Song" is one of those books that gives me hope for the future. At 26, I begin to catch the wisps of brilliance here. I will continue re-reading these poems with the years, as they begin to take on new levels of meaning.