Monthly Archives: February 2016

T.S. Eliot: Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats

[section] from Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats: The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you a … Continue reading

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Willa Cather, Part Two

[section] In One of Ours, Willa Cather took the risk of writing a war novel, inspired not by her for- mer advice to write a “mainly battle yarn,” but by loss — the novel originated about the death of her … Continue reading

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Willa Cather, Part One

[section] December, 1908 My dear Willa, I have been thinking about you and hoping that things are going well. I cannot help saying what I think about your writing and its being hindered by such constant, important, responsible work as … Continue reading

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Today I Was Reading About Marie Curie

[section] All that was developed of her, at present, was a fund of energy, self-esteem, hope, courage, and daring, the love of action, life, and adventure. Her life was in the outward and present, not in the inward and reflective … Continue reading

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The Model T

[section] The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and perspiration of tired horses and of cows. Sitting in the barn, it often seemed as though nothing bad could happen in the world [section] I … Continue reading

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The Rhapsodist Anne Bradstreet draft one

[section] O Time the wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivious curtains over kings, Their sumptuous monuments, men know them ┬ánot, Their ports, all laid in dust — Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings escape time’s rust, But he whose … Continue reading

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The Fake Poems of Elizabeth Bishop

I know, and it has been pointed out to me, that my poems are geographical, or about coasts, beaches and rivers running to the sea and most of the titles of my books are geographical too. [section] . . . … Continue reading

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