At The End Of Summer Comments

The first draft of this poem was a parallel to a SUFI by Hafez in which the deer was symbolic of something or other. But it didn't work for me, so I rewrote as a kind of fantastic relationship between a human and a very real deer native to our Minnesota landscape. Thoreau read both drafts and said the second one pleased him. If only Emerson would publish it in his periodical THE DIAL, I'd be on my way. The deer already THE DIAL because I mistyped my submission,