1140 Keniston Avenue
Los Angeles, Calif.

October 11, 1937.

Mr. Robert Penn Warren,

The Southern Review,

Louisiana State University

Dear Mr. Warren:

I am glad that you liked "Approach" and troubled to
write so pleasant a letter. From my reading of the poetry
in the *Southern Review* and from the speed with which my
own came back from it some months ago, I had concluded
that I had better try elsewhere if at all; but if you
are really willing to look at more, thank you for that
willingness.

1140 Keniston Ave.,
Los Angeles, Calif.

January 16, 1939.

Mr. Robert Penn Warren,
The Southern Review,
Louisiana State University.

Dear Mr. Warren:

In answering your letter of January 10, 1939, I must refer you to Mr. Brooks' letter of July 15, 1938. I had written to you then saying that as Macmillan was to publish some of my poems in a book this spring, I was anxious to have all those back that were not wanted before the end of 1938. Mr. Brooks replied, I believe, that you would like to keep a group to publish in the December issue and would return the rest. Since I heard no further, I have been uncertain about your interest; and of the eight poems you name, three (Equinox, Joshua, Solo) are now I think of no use to you, as they are to be in the book, *Lines at Intersection*, which Macmillan says will appear on February 14th -- about as wobbly and funny a Valentine as I think I ever contrived with paper lace.

I am sending you three longer and new poems, one of which may perhaps bolster the remaining five, but if you don't like them I hope you don't-like-them right away.

1140 Keniston Ave.
Los Angeles, Calif.

March 27, 1939.

Mr. Robert Penn Warren
The Southern Review
Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

Dear Mr. Warren:

Here are some eighteen poems, since you asked
for supplements to the group. I hope that they are in time
and that you may find one good. It is heartening to
know the rest at least will see the light in the
next issue.

Did you see any point in the "prime words"
essay? It is a subject I think should develop, with
better skill than mine expended on it. Do you have
any idea about this: whether the Louisiana University
Press would be willing to look at a dissertation
along the lines laid down in the prime words essay,
and if so possibly, to whom I should write?

We are having fun being half-students of yours
here in Californis: we've got as far as teaching the
students at Fresno State College to understand poetry
by your text and terms and it is even exciting.

Josephine Miles
1140 Keniston Ave.,
Los Angeles, Calif.

Equinox

The snake has looked up from his den
But does not recognize the landscape any better than I.
We are at this loss: we have been sleeping.
There is now a section of land and time to do with.

Come over, come over, and I will show you my knitting.
But I do not know who you are. You are a neighbor.
For your comfort, for your hale peaches I have the pennies,
But I do not know you. Unless it is a grocer.

Snake, is it wood or mold, for touching or watching?
On that mountain is called an observatory,
On that track a switch, on that finger a ring,
On that court a ball and chalk of perfect placement.

Yes, I should enjoy coming very much.
Snake, see, we can now go into this landscape without sting.
Cousin is summer will animate acquaintance,
We can open our eyes up wider gradually, and manage.