1956 in Poetry - Events

Events

  • February 27—Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath meet in Cambridge.
  • June 16—Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath marry at the church of St George the Martyr Holborn, London.
  • September 6 — The New York Times sent poet Richard Eberhart to San Francisco to report on the poetry scene there. Eberhart's resulting article, published this day in the New York Times Book Review, was titled "West Coast Rhythms" and helped call national attention to Howl as "the most remarkable poem of the young group" of poets who were becoming known as the spokesmen of the Beat generation
  • The Lake Eden campus of Black Mountain College, the birthplace of the Black Mountain School of poetry, closes, although classes do no end until the spring of 1957, and the final issue of the Black Mountain Review is published in the fall of 1957.
  • Quadrant magazine is founded in Australia by Richard Krygier, a Polish-Jewish refugee who had been active in social-democrat politics in Europe, and James McAuley, a Catholic poet.
  • Northern Review, founded in 1945 from the merger of two small Canadian literary magazines, Preview and First Statement, publishes its last issue.
  • Tamarack Review founded by Robert Weaver in Canada

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