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Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

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For we have thought the longer thoughts
   And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils’ tunes,
   Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
   Another in the day.

#Americans #Suicide #1923 #Epigram #ThreeStoriesAndTenPoems

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Poem

The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
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The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers

In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
In our time: Chapter 3

Minarets stuck up in the rain out of Adrianople across the mud flats. The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road. Water buffalo and cattle were hauling carts throug...
An Alpine Idyll

It was hot coming down into the valley even in the early morning. The sun melted the snow from the skis we were carrying and dried the wood. It was spring in the valley but the sun was ...
I Like Canadians

I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
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The Undefeated

Manuel Garcia climbed the stairs to Don Miguel Retana’s office. He set down his suitcase and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Manuel, standing in the hallway, felt there was so...
In Another Country

In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more. It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early. Then the electric lights came on, and it was pleas...
In our time: Chapter 5

It was a frightfully hot day. We’d jammed an absolutely perfect barricade across the bridge. It was simply priceless. A big old wrought iron grating from the front of a house. Too heavy...
Summer Storm near Pulborough, Sussex, by Samuel Palmer
Mitraigliatrice

The mills of the gods grind slowly… But this mill Chatters in mechanical staccato. Ugly short infantry of the mind, Advancing over difficult terrain,
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Advice to a Son

Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
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Shock Troops

Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
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Roosevelt

Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… ‘What he’d have done in France!’ They said.
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In our time: Chapter 16

Maera lay still, his head on his arms, his face in the sand. He felt warm and sticky from the bleeding. Each time he felt the horn coming. Sometimes the bull only bumped him with his he...
Riparto D'Assalto

Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
In our time: Chapter 4

We were in a garden at Mons. Young Buckley came in with his patrol from across the river. The first German I saw climbed up over the garden wall. We waited till he got one leg over and ...



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