A biography for James Elroy Fleckerhasn’t been written yet.
“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,Student of our sweet English tongue,Read out my words at night, alone:I was a poet, I was young.Since I can never see your face,And never shake you by the hand,I send my soul through time and spaceTo greet you. You will understand.”
“We men of this age are rotten with book-lore and with a yearning for the past.”