“It seems to me that a cord stretches from Alice’s heart to mine; nothing can hurt her that does not hurt me.”
About Phoebe Cary
4 September 1824–31 July 1871
In the grand tapestry of American literature, the threads of the famous are often woven with the brightest gold, their names—Whitman, Dickinson, Poe—echoing through the ages. But the strength and beauty of the cloth also depend on the countless subtle, sturdy threads that provide its foundation, its texture, and its…