1941. 37 lines, single-spaced on 1 quarto sheet. Gaylordsville, Conn., March 5, 1941. near fine.
A long, newsy letter. He compliments Bogan on her last piece in the New Yorker, goes on at length about Conrad Aiken, and comments on the hatred that poets have for one another. "...Maybe it's one phase of the dissensions now spreading among the intellectuals in genera l- that is, they mostly feel that they have been foolish in one way or another, so they take out their self-contempt on other people...."