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We
sat together at one summer's end, |
That
beautiful mild woman, your close friend, |
And
you and I, and talked of poetry. |
I
said: 'A line will take us hours maybe; |
Yet
if it does not seem a moment's thought, |
Our
stitching and unstitching has been naught. |
Better
go down upon your marrow-bones |
And
scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones |
Like
an old pauper, in all kinds of weather; |
For
to articulate sweet sounds together |
Is
to work harder than all these, and yet |
Be
thought an idler by the noisy set |
Of
bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen |
The
martyrs call the world.' |
| William
Butler Yeats, |
| from "Adam's
Curse" |
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The greatest strength of the Young Writers’ Conference
has always been the faculty. We have been fortunate to
recruit, year after year, instructors who are both accomplished,
well-published writers and dedicated and experienced
teachers. Many of them have returned summer after summer,
attracted by the beauty of the campus and the excellence
of our students, and so have become expert at helping
young writers find their voices and their subjects.
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Click on the name of the faculty member about whom you would like to learn more. |
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