Tuckerman the Poet not the Ravine

Mt Washington, in New Hampshire, has a famous ravine called Tuckerman. It's the closest thing we have to a glacier in New England. Snow remains there until June. In spring people who have hiked in a mile with their equipment will then climb the precipice called the headwall and ski an almost vertical drop. Multitudes of people. It's named after Edward Tuckerman, a distinguished lichenologist and professor of botany at Amherst. His brother was a poet. He may qualify as the best unknown American poet of the 19th century. The Guardian Ltd has a nice article and a couple of poems currently online. Here's, as they say, the money quote:

Tuckerman's appeal to anyone who loved Wordsworth and Tennyson would naturally be strong; but his particular personal note, both confessional and oblique, has the fascination of something altogether more modern. For all his debts to other poets he is a singular voice, not only in American poetry but in 19th-century poetry more generally.

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