Sublime

obdurate.

American poet Ruth Stone. I met Stone when she was nearly ninety years old, and she regaled me with stories about her extraordinary creative process. She told me that when she was a child growing up on a farm in rural Virginia, she would be out working in the fields when she would sometimes hear a poem coming toward her—hear it rushing across the

Gala, who was Eugène’s superior in both education and worldliness, was a warm and generous teacher. She shared her expansive knowledge of contemporary literature and her passion for the Russian Symbolists. She was particularly enamored with the critic and novelist Andrey Bely and his friend the poet Aleksandr Blok, two men who loved the same woman

With the wild jubilation of nature, you are in correspondence.

Pir Valayat,