The Poems of Sidney Lanier by Sidney Lanier
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save the little paltry sum of money that would suffice to keep us
clothed and fed in the meantime. "I do not understand this." == Lanier's was an unknown name, and he would write only in obedience to his own sense of art, and he did not fit his wares to the taste of those who buy verse. It was to comfort his wife, in this period of greatest uncertainty whether he had not erred in launching in the sea of literature, that he wrote again a letter of frankest confession: == "I will make to thee a little confession of faith, telling thee, my dearer self, in words, what I do not say to my not-so-dear-self except in more modest feeling. "Know, then, that disappointments were inevitable, and will still come until I have fought the battle which every great artist has had to fight since time began. This -- dimly felt while I was doubtful of my own vocation and powers -- is clear as the sun to me now that I KNOW, through the fiercest tests of life, that I am in soul, and shall be in life and utterance, a great poet. "The philosophy of my disappointments is, that there is so much CLEVERNESS standing betwixt me and the public . . . Richard Wagner is sixty years old and over, and one-half of the most cultivated artists of the most cultivated art-land, quoad music, still think him an absurdity. Says Schumann in one of his letters: `The publishers will not listen to me |
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