#Americans #NobelPrize
You’ve read of several kinds of C… And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand their character. You now have learned enough to see
Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory
Webster was much possessed by deat… And saw the skull beneath the skin… And breastless creatures under gro… Leaned backward with a lipless gri… Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
In my beginning is my end. In suc… Houses rise and fall, crumble, are… Are removed, destroyed, restored,… Is an open field, or a factory, or… Old stone to new building, old tim…
Stand on the highest pavement of t… Lean on a garden urn— Weave, weave the sunlight in your… Clasp your flowers to you with a p… Fling them to the ground and turn
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her… Her coat is of the tabby kind, wit… All day she sits upon the stair or… She sits and sits and sits and sit… But when the day’s hustle and bust…
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something These matters that with myself I too much discuss Pray f...
I observe: “Our sentimental frien… Or possibly (fantastic, I confess… It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung al… To light poor travellers to their…
The silence of the city, how awful… Mute as the battlements and crags… That Fancy makes in the clouds, y… As the moonlight that sleeps on th… The cell of a departed anchoret,
Malheur à la malheureuse Tamise Qui coule si preès du Spectateur. Le directeur Conservateur Du Spectateur
En l’an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beu… Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance from where I w… Views of the Oxford Colleges
The readers of the Boston Evening… Sway in the wind like a field of r… When evening quickens faintly in t… Wakening the appetites of life in… And to others bringing the Boston…
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time f… And time future contained in time… If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
THEY are rattling breakfast plat… And along the trampled edges of th… I am aware of the damp souls of ho… Sprouting despondently at area gat… The brown waves of fog toss up to…
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden… And lived in a small house near a… Cared for by servants to the numbe… Now when she died there was silenc… And silence at her end of the stre…