Carolyn [Gordon] said you sent it to _The Nation_. I hope they have sense enough to reward you; on the other hand, though, how can they take such a chance with their average reader? Hang crepe on your door and wait.... The sonnet makes me merry, though it’s the lovely last four lines that I like best. They’re almost too good for the rest. The rest is too complicated. I’d chop it apart and put the lovely windows in another room. --/--/ Further readings may reveal to me the folly of some of my objections.... Take issue with me meanwhile wherever you feel justified. 270: TO EDGELL RICKWORD _Patterson, New York_ _January 7th, 1927_ Dear Mr. Rickword: --/--/ I enclose three poems: “O Carib Isle,” “Cutty Sark” and “The Harbor Dawn.” There is a general emphasis on the _marine_ in all of them, and if you should care to use them all I suggest that the sequence in which I have named them above would chart an interesting curve of the underlying element. I must risk a presumption on your interest in the poems in order to emphasize the necessity of printing “Cutty Sark” as closely as possible to the form as typed herewith, especially in regard to the third page, which is a “cartogram,” if one may so designate a special use of the calligramme. The “ships” should meet and pass in line and type--as well as in wind and memory, if you get my rather unique formal intentions in this phantom regatta seen from Brooklyn Bridge. Probably no one should be “thanked” for taking an interest in poetry, but your kindness and interest in what little I’ve so far accomplished are much appreciated. It is re-assuring to me--especially from the fact that a couple of years ago I found so much in your Rimbaud volume which was sympathetic and critically stimulating. -- -- -- -- 271: TO HIS MOTHER _Patterson, NY_ _Jan. 23, ’27_ Dear Grace: --/--/ I had heard nothing about the death of Frances [Crane] until Grandmother’s letter reached me, last Friday, I think. CA [Crane] did not trouble to answer the letter I wrote him in November, and though I shall probably not hear from him, even now, until God knows when--I wrote him a short note of condolence as soon as I heard. I liked the pictures, especially the one with the hat, and the frame is beautiful. I shall take them with me into NY when I get the job (whatever it shall turn out to be) that I’m at present fishing for. I am trying to get a line on something before going in, as I have scarcely any money left, and I would like to avoid any charities from my friends on this occasion if possible. Meanwhile I am doing what writing I can, and studying Spanish.