What More Do You Want?

Four hundred and fifty-nine + xviii pages on fine opaque stock; sixteen plates in gravure; a Foreword reprinted from the Boston Globe (“He towers above a generation of lesser, more fearful bards who flinch . . .”) ; half a dozen sub-introductions (“. . . essentially an accepting, yea- saying psalmist”—T. K. Whipple; “Dear Carl: I read your fairy tales nearly every night before I go to bed”—Frank Lloyd Wright; “Picturesque in his long, prematurely gray hair, his speech and his gentle roughness, he colors up a living room immoderately . . . you should have heard him sing the night he made Sinclair Lewis cry”—Lloyd Lewis); a Publisher’s Note; and—oh, yes: “for the first time in one volume a representative selection from the entire work of one of America’s most distinguished and beloved writers” (The Sandburg Range, Harcourt, $6.00) .—What more do you want? Poetry?

Well, perhaps something more than this crafty oracular slap-dash:

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Four hundred and fifty-nine + xviii pages on fine opaque stock; sixteen plates in gravure; a Foreword reprinted from the Boston Globe (“He towers above a generation of lesser, more fearful bards who flinch . . .”) ; half a dozen sub-introductions (“. . . essentially an accepting, yea- saying psalmist”—T. K. Whipple; “Dear Carl: I read your fairy tales nearly every night before I go to bed”—Frank Lloyd Wright; “Picturesque in his long, prematurely gray hair, his speech and his gentle roughness, he colors up a living room immoderately . . . you should have heard him sing the night he made Sinclair Lewis cry”—Lloyd Lewis); a Publisher’s Note; and—oh, yes: “for the first time in one volume a representative selection from the entire work of one of America’s most distinguished and beloved writers” (The Sandburg Range, Harcourt, $6.00) .—What more do you want? Poetry?

Well, perhaps something more than this crafty oracular slap-dash: