In her recent poetry, Barbara Guest uses a sort of medievalism (knights and castles, damsels, romance) to express a nostalgia for high modernism. It is as though an equivalence were drawn: modernism is an age that can be romanticized, made into a legend. And modernism extends up to Guest and her own group of poets. Jimmy Schuyler can be made into a "king" of poetry ("The glass Mountain." This kind of superimposition of historical periods would be a fascinating thing to study: at what point did the new (modernism) become the old (medievalism)?