A couple months ago I had wanted to make a tee shirt out of an old Ernest Hemingway letter to Archibald MacLeish discussing Ezra Pound’s mental health and other literary matters. Just block out a few words and turn it into a blank verse poem of sorts. The letter is just so intriguing. I emailed the Library of Congress and they weren’t as open to the idea. Oh well! So here’s what could have been.
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