"LETTER IV.
Hatched in a rasping darkness of dry sand
The child cicada some brave root discovers:
Sucks with dumb mouth while his long climb is planned
That high must tunnel through the silt that smothers..."
"I think of Melville as a New York writer, even though he's talking about whales."
"Pope, who was never known to laugh, was a great wit..." --John Dennis, The Age of Pope (1896)
"This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps."
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