“Alice, when she was here, always absorbed me, and she absorbed me still; I feel her constantly drawing 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…