If a joyous elephant should break forth into song, his lay would probably be very much like Whitman's famous "Song of Myself." It ...would have just about as much delicacy and deftness and discrimination.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I feared these present years, The middle twenties,... When deftness disappears, And each event is Freighted with a source-encrusting doubt, And turned to drought.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »