When critics are waiting to pounce upon poetic style on exactly the same grounds as if it were prose, the poets tremble. John Crowe Ransom criticgroundpoet Change image and share on social
It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things. John Crowe Ransom adaptationfreeharmony Change image and share on social
For no art and no religion is possible until we make allowances, until we manage to keep quiet the enfant terrible of logic that plays havoc with the other faculties. John Crowe Ransom allowanceartenfant Change image and share on social
