Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he's hardly ever mentioned.
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Nationality: Scottish Type: Philosopher Born: January 19, 1852 Death: February 8, 1902 |
“I cannot but be grieved to go from my native land, and especially from that part of it for whom and with whom I desired only to live; yet the dreadful apprehensions I have of what is coming upon this land may help to make me submissive to this providence, though more bitter.”
“Fantasy for me as a kid was real, and I had a fantasy about what life was, whether it was sort of wicked and dire, or wholly normal, or whatever. Anything really close to home is not, it seems to me, what a good book should be about.”