James Whitcomb Riley in prose and picture . ar Allen Poemight write well enough to be acceptedas a poet himself. There had been a few before this, who,reading What the Wind Said, publishedin J 877 in the Kokomo Dispatch, hadbeen willing to grant it. Mr. Riley deserves to be considereda poet, said one reviewer when he readthe following from this poem: ** I muse today in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land; 44 I close my eyes as a lover may At the touch of his sweethearts hand. This was one of the first real poemsof Riley, buried as it was in the columnsof the little country newspaper.
James Whitcomb Riley in prose and picture . ar Allen Poemight write well enough to be acceptedas a poet himself. There had been a few before this, who,reading What the Wind Said, publishedin J 877 in the Kokomo Dispatch, hadbeen willing to grant it. Mr. Riley deserves to be considereda poet, said one reviewer when he readthe following from this poem: ** I muse today in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land; 44 I close my eyes as a lover may At the touch of his sweethearts hand. This was one of the first real poemsof Riley, buried as it was in the columnsof the little country newspaper. His firstdialect poem, The Farmer Dreamer,also had appeared by this time, the firstof his work to secure recognition outsideof his native state. With these experiences Riley went toIndianapolis, which has been his homeever since and the scene of his literarylabor. E. B. Martindale, then proprietorof the Indianapolis Journal, is describedby Riley as his first literary patron. The poets peculiar fate of getting *&!> w&- oTi-^S VI. Timber thick enugh to sorto shade the crick.
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