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2. The poem: The Hollow Men, written in 1925 by Thomas Stearns Eliot. Published the same year. Mistah Kurtz –he dead. A penny for the O...

Robert Penn Warren (1905- 1989) on Hemingway (1899-1961) : Hemingway’s heroes are not squealers, welchers, compromisers, or cowards, and...

Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with on...

Throw in the sponge, Informal. To concede defeat; yield; give up: The early election returns were heavily against him, but he wasn't re...

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fort...

Guttersnipe — n 1. a child who spends most of his time in the streets, esp in a slum area 2. a person regarded as having the behaviour...

If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt y...

The Rest O helpless few in my country, O remnant enslaved! Artist broken against her, A-stray, lost in the villages, Mistrusted, sp...

Poetry, I tell my students, is idiosyncratic. Poetry is where we are ourselves, (though Sterling Brown said "Every 'I' is a dra...

Gardening is often a measured cruelty: what is to live and what is to be torn up by its roots and flung on the compost to rot and give its e...

Writer Katherine Anne Porter was born Callie Russell Porter in Indian Creek, Texas (1890). Her mother died when she was two years old, and...

“Early to bed, early to rise, work like hell and advertise”. Ted Turner, American Entrepreneur.

A Prayer in Spring Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us ...

*“Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.” *“In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow,...

Essayist and short-story writer Ambrose Bierce was born near Horse Cave Creek, Ohio (1842). He took a job as a printer's assistant on ...

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I cho...

52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable...

Sunset From Omaha Hotel Window INTO the blue river hills The red sun runners go And the long sand changes And to-day is a goner And to-day...

Goods It's the immemorial feelings I like the best: hunger, thirst, their satisfaction; work-weariness, earned rest; the falling a...

I never will have time I never will have time enough To say How beautiful it is The way the moon Floats in the air As easily And lightly as ...