Imagism was a movement in early 20th-century Anglo-American poetry
that favoured precision of imagery, and clear, sharp language. The
Imagists rejected the sentiment and artifice typical of much Romantic
and Victorian poetry. This was in contrast to their contemporaries,
the Georgian poets, who were by and large content to work within that
tradition. Group publication of work under the Imagist name in
magazines and in four anthologies appearing between 1914 and 1917
featured writing by many of the most significant figures in Modernist
poetry in English, as well as a number of other Modernist figures who
were to be prominent in fields other than poetry. Based in London, the
Imagists were drawn from Britain, Ireland and the United States and,
somewhat unusually for the time, featured a number of women writers
amongst their major figures. Historically, Imagism is also significant
because it was the first organised Modernist English-language literary
movement or group. At the time Imagism emerged Longfellow and Tennyson
were considered the paragons for poetry, and the public valued the
sometimes moralising tone of their writings. In contrast to this,
Imagism called for a return to what were seen as more Classical
values, such as directness of presentation and economy of language, as
well as a willingness to experiment with non-traditional verse forms.
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Paul Kruger became the President of the Transvaal Republic.
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Wikiquote of the day:
If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and
blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But
make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired
by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated,
don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too
wise . . . If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds'
worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in
it,And — which is more — you'll be a Man, my son! -- Rudyard