“A state in which conversation exists not, is for me an air too empty of oxygen for my lungs to breathe it.”
“A state in which conversation exists not, is for me an air too empty of oxygen for my lungs to breathe it.”
21 September 1849–16 May 1928
Edmund William Gosse occupies a peculiar and fascinating position in the landscape of English literature. Neither wholly a major poet nor a minor footnote, he exists instead as a crucial connector, a literary ambassador who bridged the austere certainties of Victorian England with the modernist experiments of the…
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