In a little white house near the Forest of Fontainebleau an aged, paralytic blind-man has lain for months listening to the poems of Walt Whitman. Sometimes his wife would read them to him, sometimes young Eric Fenby, a Yorkshireman like himself. But it was always Whitman the blindman asked for, preferably the later poems written when Whitman was paralyzed, dying. In Queen's Hall, London, last week, a great crowd marveled at the Songs of Farewell which blind Frederick Delius had written for double choir and orchestra. The words were Whitman's: How sweet the...
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