Frank Stuart Flint was born on December 19, 1885, in Islington, London, into circumstances that would have crushed a lesser spirit but instead forged one of the most influential yet underappreciated figures in early twentieth-century English literature. He died on February 28, 1960, leaving behind a legacy that Ford Madox Ford would describe as that of "one of the greatest men and one of the beautiful spirits of the…
“To use absolutely no word that does not contribute to the presentation.”
Neighbourhood:
Edwardian Poets, Imagist Poets, Modernist Poets
Emotional landscape: Wonder, Longing, Spirituality
On a crisp September morning in 1886, in the shabby-genteel precincts of Holloway, North London, Charles Walter Stansby Williams entered a world that would never quite know what to make of him. The only son of Richard Walter Stansby Williams and Mary Wall, young Charles was born into circumstances that trembled on the edge of respectability. His father, a journalist and foreign business correspondent who wrote in Fre…
“The way of the world is to make many things one; the way of God is to make one thing many.”
Neighbourhood:
Death & Mortality, Devotional Poets, Dramatic Poets, Mystical & Spiritual Poets
Emotional landscape: Tenderness, Longing, Joy