“The elm leaves shrivel on the twig
and the sun beats through and our time is big….
—From “The Long Hot Summer,’’ by Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982) poet, playwright, lawyer and government official. He spent his final decades in Conway, Mass.
“The elm leaves shrivel on the twig
and the sun beats through and our time is big….
—From “The Long Hot Summer,’’ by Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982) poet, playwright, lawyer and government official. He spent his final decades in Conway, Mass.