La Figlia che Piange
La Figlia che Piange BY T. S. ELIOT O quam te memorem virgo … Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— Lean on…
According to Mathew Arnold, Poetry is criticism of life. So be critic that means be a poet.
La Figlia che Piange BY T. S. ELIOT O quam te memorem virgo … Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— Lean on…
Hysteria BY T. S. ELIOT As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were…
Honeymoon, Tr. by Barry Goldensohn BY T. S. ELIOT
Gerontion BY T. S. ELIOT Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. Here I…
Preludes BY T. S. ELIOT I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And…
from Observations: La Figlia che Piange
Cousin Nancy BY T. S. ELIOT Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them — The barren…
The Boston Evening Transcript BY T. S. ELIOT The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening…
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of…
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco on March 26, 1874. His father died when he was young, so he grew up with his mother…