#Americans #NobelPrize #Suicide #XXCentury #Epigram
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
#Couplet
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree…
The door of Henry’s lunch-room opened a… “What’s yours?” George asked them. “I don’t know,” one of the men said. “W… “I don’t know,” said Al. “I don’t know… Outside it was getting dark. The street…
#1927 #MenWithoutWomen
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...
#1924 #InOurTime
They whack whacked the white horse on the legs and he knee-ed himself up. The picador twisted the stirrups straight and pulled and hauled up into the saddle. The horse’s entrails hung d...
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windows. ‘What he’d have done in France!’ They said.
#1923 #ThreeStoriesAndTenPoems
The mills of the gods grind slowly; But this mill Chatters in mechanical staccato. Ugly short infantry of the mind, Advancing over difficult terrain,
The road of the pass was hard and smooth and not yet dusty in the early morning. Below were the hills with oak and chestnut trees, and far away below was the sea. On the other side were...
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch—
#1923 #Ballad #ThreeStoriesAndTenPoems
In 1919 he was travelling on the railroads in Italy carrying a square of oilcloth from the headquarters of the party written in indelible pencil and saying here was a comrade who had su...
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...
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
They hanged Sam Cardinella at six o’clock in the morning in the corridor of the county jail. The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side. All the cells were occu...
The sea desires deep hulls— It swells and rolls. The screw churns a throb— Driving, throbbing, progressing. The sea rolls with love
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
