From the Southern Literary Messenger, July 1863:
We are receiving too much trash in rhyme. What is called “poetry,” by its authors, is not wanted. Fires are not accessible at this time of year, and it is too much trouble to tear up poetry. If it is thrown out of the window, the vexatious wind always blows it back. “Poems?” addressed to individuals are out of place in magazines and every where else, except Misses’ Albums and the corners of the obscurest country newspapers. This is the general rule—of course there are exceptions.
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