by Ezra Pound
by Oscar Wilde
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by Rainer Maria Rilke
by Gertrude Stein
by Gertrude Stein
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by Robert Frost
by Robert Frost
There was a kind of poetry I was seeking in my prose, word to be laid against word in just a certain way, a kind of word color, a march of words and sentences, the color to be squeezed out of simple words, simple sentence construction. —Sherwood Anderson, Memoirs