March 15, 1939

Dear Whittemore:

Try these over on your pipe-organ and if they will
suit your purpose they are yours, this time, without quibble. If
not satisfactory, return them and I'll try once more. I've been
looking for some prose bit to accompany them but that will turn up
later. I always did try to throw the ball before I had it in my
hands, a generous fault at worst - to give the devil his due - tho'
I regret the occurrence.

Time presses. Let me hear from you again if there is
anything more to communicate.

9 Ridge Road
Rutherford, N.J.

March 23, 1939

Dear Whittimore:

Your criticism is justified, the Lillian piece is incurably romantic in a bad way - not Cumming's way which is all for accurate detail but a way which induces to vagueness and the borrowing of supposititious values due to a swooning mind. To hell with it. Send it back for treatment or burial.

Due to a curious sequence of circumstances you are to have back the very poem I want you most to have, the Last Words of My Grandmother. I had a feeling and still have it that that poem was published somewhere, in some forgotten magazine fifteen or more years ago. I don't know what magazine it was but I feel certain that the poem did appear to some microscopic audience then. This I told to the editors of Poetry who straightway sent the poem back to me. In the belief# that this circumstance won't bother you I ask you to take it and use it now - if you care to.

Come on along, we're here most of the time though we shall be busy April 2nd. Better to call up, it will be a great pleasure to meet you.

A good prospectus though I always feel a little self conscious when I see myself quoted as you have quoted me, I am never certain that my name will do anyone any good. I feel that there are so many in official positions who detest me that I regret, really, not to have been anonymous as one of your backers. Howbeit, the quotations by three such names gave me a big laugh. If you can survive that you're close to genius.

The little figure made me think of Cotton Mather, a good American, not to say New England touch. Splendid.

Keep my poems as long as you like, hold them that long I should have said, they're yours to do as you please with - and I distinctly mean what I say: any of them that seems inappropriate to you please send it back so that I may substitute another. I'll try to get the prose bit ready but for that I shall have to wait until Southern Review comes out of its southern lethargy and sends the scripts of mine they are holding ( including postage ) back to me.

9 Ridge Road
Rutherford, N.J.

Rupertford, N.T.

a Figure Head

Sincerely

me.

the scripts of mine they are holding ( including boating ) back to
until Southern Review comes out of it a southern letter and some
try to get the broad fit ready but for that I should have to wait
for you because I send it back so that I may and attribute another. I
I definitely mean what I say : any of them that see me inapproprate
I should have said, they're yours to do as you please with - and
Keep my bosom as long as you like, hold them that long

Good American, not to say New England itself. Spenzig.

If you can survive that you're close to genial.

Hodgett, the quotations by three and a half pages we a fig fand.
I regret, really, not to have been anonymous as one of your packers,
that there are so many in official boating who defeat me that
I am never certain that my name will go to anyone any good. I feel
felt conacoma when I see myself quoted as you saw quoted me. I
A good broadcana though I always feel a little
blessure to meet you.

Come on along, we're here most of the time through
we are all dry. May April Sun. Better to call up, it will be a great
semblance to meet you.

You care for.

I am sure won't bother you. I ask you to take it and see if now - it
may sent the beam back to me. In the perfect that this circum-
stance then. Thus I told to the editor of poetry who straight-
I feel certain that the beam did appear to some microscopie-
titens or more years ago. I don't know what magazine it was put
that beam was published somewhere, in some forgotten magazine
Works of My Grandmother. I had a feeling and a little have it that
to have back the very beam I want you most to have, the last
Due to a curious appearance of circumstances you are

To tell with it. Send it back for treatment or return.

The poring of subequalities will be a good thing to do in a

I'll for accurate detail put a way which induces to vagueness and
incompletely romantic in a bad way - not Comming a way which if
there is a new moon tonight.

I'll for accuracy. I think it is a good thing to do.

Re Lillian : I neglected to mention that the book in which the
poem Lillian will appear and of which it is an essential part
is to be called DETAIL AND PARODY. The Lillian piece is a parody
on Yeates, Down by the Sally Gardens - in bad taste perhaps but
there it is. "Among the chimneys" meant merely a factory town
and "lying in bed" was truly lying in bed - as the talk of "my
love and I" meant to signify. Let it pass, no, please let it pass,
- there is a new moon tonight.

March 23, 1929