Ocupation: Novelist
Life: August 5, 1889 - August 17, 1973
Birthday: August 5
Death: August 17
You know, without my telling you, how sometimes a word or name eludes you, and you seek it through running ghosts of shadow -- leaping at it, lying in wait for it to spring upon it, spreading faint snares for it of sense or sound: until, of a sudden, as if in a phantom forest, you hear it, see it flash among the branches, and scarcely knowing how, suddenly have it.
source: Conrad Aiken (1970). “Collected poems”, Oxford Univ Pr
topic: Running, Spring, Lying, Elude You