'I have never (in his prose work) found a trace of the artist?s passion for words & loving care over them; & in his poetry I am convinced that the extraordinarily vivid images & similes that he gets hold of (?the thresh of the deep sea rain?, for instance,) are used in the rough just as they come to him. . . . I fancy he would rather scorn mere artistry, & when it was mentioned begin to talk about fighting or famine or fakirs.'