Sublime

Sower

After living in Maine all her life, it’d be nice to be someplace where the sun came out and stayed out

The day is one of those eerie Central Peninsula imitations of heaven—seventy degrees and clear, the air thick with bay laurel and eucalyptus.

Annie Allen had won Brooks the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950.

Nettie and he—a sort of perseverance, a persistent understanding. Where would Nettie have found strength for the unremitting concessions of daily life? She was precipitated from delight to lamentation without logical sequence, as though life were too short; she must cram everything in and perhaps sort it out later.

“Pauline had been writing me, sending cables, making sure I kept her in my sights.

A Thousand-Mile Walk to the Gulf

laconic.

She had no sense of proportion, none whatever—and wasn’t that exactly the thing one looked for in a woman?