God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vowels.
John Crowe RansomIt is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.
John Crowe RansomTwo evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.
John Crowe Ransom