Dear Lorca,
These letters are to be as temporary as our poetry is to be permanent. They will establish the bulk, the wastage that my sour-stomached contemporaries demand to help them swallow and digest the pure word.
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'' [..] Invention is merely the enemy of poetry. [..] [..] Prose invents—poetry discloses. [..] [..] You are dead and the dead are very patient.'' great passages..