March 17, 1944
Dear Mrs. White:
Your letter waited for me at the office and I didn't get it till yesterday. I feel very apologetic for having put you through all this. My information about Fish was small but vague, and I certainly should have looked up my facts before bursting into dithyrambs. It's a lot more difficult to revise than to write a first draft. Whether I can rearrange the poem to fit the facts without taking all the edge off it, I don't know. It might be very funny to have a footnote to every line and I'm inclined to think that many would be necessary to clear matters up. I hope I won't have to give the whole thing up but a political document should be black and white and there's nothing clear about Mr. Fish's position in space or politics.
I want to thank you personally for the way you have gone about this matter. I think you must be the conscience of the New Yorker. 2
Sincerely Maxwell Anderson