The Poems of Sidney Lanier by Sidney Lanier
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but to Whitman's lawlessness of art he was an utter foe.
We find it written down in his notes: == "Whitman is poetry's butcher. Huge raw collops slashed from the rump of poetry, and never mind gristle -- is what Whitman feeds our souls with." "As near as I can make it out, Whitman's argument seems to be, that, because a prairie is wide, therefore debauchery is admirable, and because the Mississippi is long, therefore every American is God." == So he says of Swinburne: == "He invited me to eat; the service was silver and gold, but no food therein save pepper and salt." == And of William Morris: == "He caught a crystal cupful of the yellow light of sunset, and persuading himself to dream it wine, drank it with a sort of smile." == Though not what would be called a religious writer, Lanier's large and deep thought took him to the deepest spiritual faiths, and the vastness of Nature drew him to a trust in the Infinite above us. Thus, his young search after God and truth brought him |
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