With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes,
Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown ...
and enmeshing her in the nature mysticism of her race and country.
William Morris somewhere speaks of the cultured man as one who is in sympathy with past and present and future—a contrast indeed to much latter-day doctrine—and one is reminded of the phrase by this poet who with such lyrical skill not only embodies all three for us, but knits them together in that unity which alone can bestow on man the values of life which are timeless.
Llewellyn Jones.
The Reader Critic
A Chicago Reader:
I don’t like what The Little Review or any one else I have read says about Sanine. Too analytic, too professional.... Whatever all the worthies say about the book being dangerous, it will not affect any soul a jot if he is not already afflicted.
What I can say is very inferior critically—only a hurried resume of images after I had finished: