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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.' |
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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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To learn more about this year's faculty click on the name of the faculty members below.
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