. . . I think that the true poetic movement of our time is towards some heroic discipline. People much occupied with morality always lose heroic ecstasy… When there is despair, public or private, when settled order seems lost, people look for strengths within or without. Auden, Spender, all that seem the new movement look for strength in Marxian socialism, or in Major Douglas, they want marching feet. The lasting expression of our time is not this obvious choice but in a sense of something steel-like & cold within the will, something passionate and cold.
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939
letter to Dorothy Wellesley (July 6, 1936)
Estella Solomons (1882– 1968)
On Parole (1920)