Playing upon the hill three centaurs were!
They lifted each a hoof! They stared at me
And stamped the dust!
Not only centaurs but ordinary human beings often stopped in their tracks at the sight of Irish Poet James Stephens. The doe-eyed little (5 ft.) man with the high, fringed dome and the long, lugubrious stage Irishman's face had moved Critic Burton Rascoe to exclaim: "Never have I seen a man ... so easy, free and natural, so untamed by society, so untouched by conventions, so spontaneous, pagan, joyous." Stephens reminded Rascoe of the...
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