She “Desexed” Our Language: Remembering Kate Swift, 1923-2011

Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky … My great-aunt Kate Swift and I memorized T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” during one of many childhood visits to Maine. We traded lines back and forth, lying in the mossy beds of woods near […]

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