Lest there be any doubt that dead guys wrote better than we ...

[springstead]

                         Heaven and I wept together
And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;
Against the red throb of its sunset-heart,
                         I laid my own to beat
                         And share commingling heat;
But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.

excerpted from The Hound of Heaven (1907), by

Comments

[sunsaralyn]

See, I like that passage, but I tend to disagree that all the good writers are dead. There was a lot of chaff to go through to get that wheat. There are both today, as well. Just more prominent chaff because of the ease of information exchange. :) But, yeah. Good quote.

[springstead]

I have a lot of trouble liking the style of modern writers. They don't play with the language as well as those in times past.