My dear Mr Moody
May I venture to thank you for the poem in the last Atlantic?
I am enough of a Tolstoian to care for "art" as it makes me to express "that which one feels but finds inexpressible" -- and we have had some rather heartbreaking little fetes upon the safe return of young neighbors from Cuba or the [Philippines] -- and I have said some things to desolate mothers, of which I am bitterly ashamed.
Your poem has brought both clarity and comfort for which I am very grateful.
I am so seldom moved to write to an author, that I am afraid I am doing it awkwardly.