Braziller, 283 pp., $2.95 (paper)
This book is close to that sort of interpretive criticism, born of unspilled religion and sheer intellectual energy, which uses another author's works as metaphors for its own poetry. I learned a good deal I did not know from The Mutiny Within which is bound to come in useful for something—most likely for understanding some other critic—but it didn't seem to help much with Shelley.
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