
‘Ulster American’ Is a Bawdy Send Up of Progressive Pieties — and an Irreverent Inquiry Into Irishness
By A.R. HOFFMAN
|Christina Rossetti’s poem, with its loosely rhymed and metered stanzas, offers an arc of insight that observes the flowering of life out of death, in a process rather like the generation of feeling from calm.

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