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  Dear Walt

I was very glad to get your card, but sorry to hear you are under the weather. I trust the spring which is now near will set you up again. I keep pretty well, as do wife & Julian. We have been here all winter. I have been busy with my pen, turning out   pot-boilers, nothing else I shall keep an eye out for your N.A. article. I see it in the reading rooms in Po'keepsie.​ Poughkeepsie​ I have been sending some things to the Independent & to the Christian Union at the request of the editors. It is surprising how much heresy these papers can stand. I think they secretly like it. I see nothing in the literary horizon, no coming poet or philosopher My opinion is that life is   becoming pretty thin. Our civilization runs all to head & crudeness, no character, no heart in anything now adays​ nowadays​ Most of the magazine poetry is utterly barren. It is like poor mortar—too much sand for the lime.

I am in a hurry to see spring. I want to taste the earth again. The ground here has been deeply covered since early in Dec. Rain & fog to-day.

With much love John Burroughs     see notes | Feb. 18, '91