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Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Aldington, Richard Genre Poetry Journal or Book - Publisher - Year of Publication 1928 Pages 67 Additional information - The grim dawn lightens thin bleak clouds; In the hills beyond the flooded meadows Lies death-pale, death-still mist. We trudge along wearily, Heavy with lack of sleep, Spiritless, yet with pretence of gaiety. The sun brings crimson to the colourless sky; Light shines from brass and steel; We trudge on wearily— Our unspoken prayer: "God, end this black and aching anguish Soon, with vivid crimson agonies of death, End it in mist-pale sleep." death, End it in mist-pale sleep." +
Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Frost, Robert Genre Poetry Journal or Book - Publisher - Year of Publication 1914 Pages - Additional information - Lancaster bore him—such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn’t see him often Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead And sends the children down there with their mother To run wild in the summer—a little wild. Sometimes he joins them for a day or two And sees old friends he somehow can’t get near. They meet him in the general store at night, Preoccupied with formidable mail, Rifling a printed letter as he talks. They seem afraid. He wouldn’t have it so: Though a great scholar, he’s a democrat, If not at heart, at least on principle. Lately when coming up to Lancaster His train being late he missed another train And had four hours to wait at Woodsville Junction After eleven o’clock at night. Too tired To think of sitting such an ordeal out, He turned to the hotel to find a bed. town urban train night “No room,” the night clerk said. “Unless——” Woodsville’s a place of shrieks and wandering lamps And cars that shock and rattle—and one hotel. car night sound “You say ‘unless.’“ “Unless you wouldn’t mind Sharing a room with someone else.” “Who is it?” “A man.” “So I should hope. What kind of man?” “I know him: he’s all right. A man’s a man. Separate beds of course you understand.” The night clerk blinked his eyes and dared him on. “Who’s that man sleeping in the office chair? Has he had the refusal of my chance?” “He was afraid of being robbed or murdered. What do you say?” “I’ll have to have a bed.” The night clerk led him up three flights of stairs And down a narrow passage full of doors, At the last one of which he knocked and entered. “Lafe, here’s a fellow wants to share your room.” “Show him this way. I’m not afraid of him, I’m not so drunk I can’t take care of myself.” The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot. “This will be yours. Good-night,” he said, and went. “Lafe was the name, I think?” “Yes, Layfayette. You got it the first time. And yours?” “Magoon. Doctor Magoon.” “A Doctor?” “Well, a teacher.” “Professor Square-the-circle-till-you’re-tired? Hold on, there’s something I don’t think of now That I had on my mind to ask the first Man that knew anything I happened in with. I’ll ask you later—don’t let me forget it.” The Doctor looked at Lafe and looked away. A man? A brute. Naked above the waist, He sat there creased and shining in the light, Fumbling the buttons in a well-starched shirt. “I’m moving into a size-larger shirt. I’ve felt mean lately; mean’s no name for it. I just found what the matter was to-night: I’ve been a-choking like a nursery tree When it outgrows the wire band of its name tag. I blamed it on the hot spell we’ve been having. ’Twas nothing but my foolish hanging back, Not liking to own up I’d grown a size. Number eighteen this is. What size do you wear?” The Doctor caught his throat convulsively. “Oh—ah—fourteen—fourteen.” “Fourteen! You say so! I can remember when I wore fourteen. And come to think I must have back at home More than a hundred collars, size fourteen. Too bad to waste them all. You ought to have them. They’re yours and welcome; let me send them to you. What makes you stand there on one leg like that? You’re not much furtherer than where Kike left you, You act as if you wished you hadn’t come. Sit down or lie down, friend; you make me nervous.” The Doctor made a subdued dash for it, And propped himself at bay against a pillow. “Not that way, with your shoes on Kike’s white bed. You can’t rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.” “Don’t touch me, please—I say, don’t touch me, please. I’ll not be put to bed by you, my man.” “Just as you say. Have it your own way then. ‘My man’ is it? You talk like a professor. Speaking of who’s afraid of who, however, I’m thinking I have more to lose than you If anything should happen to be wrong. Who wants to cut your number fourteen throat! Let’s have a show down as an evidence Of good faith. There is ninety dollars. Come, if you’re not afraid.” “I’m not afraid. There’s five: that’s all I carry.” “I can search you? Where are you moving over to? Stay still. You’d better tuck your money under you And sleep on it the way I always do When I’m with people I don’t trust at night.” “Will you believe me if I put it there Right on the counterpane—that I do trust you?” “You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector. My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that. I pick it up a dollar at a time All round the country for the Weekly News, Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?” “Known it since I was young.” “Then you know me. Now we are getting on together—talking. I’m sort of Something for it at the front. My business is to find what people want: They pay for it, and so they ought to have it. Fairbanks, he says to me—he’s editor— Feel out the public sentiment—he says. A good deal comes on me when all is said. The only trouble is we disagree In politics: I’m Vermont Democrat— You know what that is, sort of double-dyed; The News has always been Republican. Fairbanks, he says to me, ‘Help us this year,’ Meaning by us their ticket. ‘No,’ I says, ‘I can’t and won’t. You’ve been in long enough: It’s time you turned around and boosted us. You’ll have to pay me more than ten a week If I’m expected to elect Bill Taft. I doubt if I could do it anyway.’“ “You seem to shape the paper’s policy.” “You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all. I almost know their farms as well as they do.” “You drive around? It must be pleasant work.” driving affect pleasure “It’s business, but I can’t say it’s not fun. What I like best’s the lay of different farms, Coming out on them from a stretch of woods, Or over a hill or round a sudden corner. I like to find folks getting out in spring, Raking the dooryard, working near the house. Later they get out further in the fields. Everything’s shut sometimes except the barn; The family’s all away in some back meadow. There’s a hay load a-coming—when it comes. And later still they all get driven in: The fields are stripped to lawn, the garden patches Stripped to bare ground, the apple trees To whips and poles. There’s nobody about. The chimney, though, keeps up a good brisk smoking. And I lie back and ride. I take the reins Only when someone’s coming, and the mare Stops when she likes: I tell her when to go. I’ve spoiled Jemima in more ways than one. She’s got so she turns in at every house As if she had some sort of curvature, No matter if I have no errand there. She thinks I’m sociable. I maybe am. It’s seldom I get down except for meals, though. Folks entertain me from the kitchen doorstep, All in a family row down to the youngest.” “One would suppose they might not be as glad To see you as you are to see them.” “Oh, Because I want their dollar. I don’t want Anything they’ve not got. I never dun. I’m there, and they can pay me if they like. I go nowhere on purpose: I happen by. Sorry there is no cup to give you a drink. I drink out of the bottle—not your style. Mayn’t I offer you——?” “No, no, no, thank you.” “Just as you say. Here’s looking at you then.— And now I’m leaving you a little while. You’ll rest easier when I’m gone, perhaps— Lie down—let yourself go and get some sleep. But first—let’s see—what was I going to ask you? Those collars—who shall I address them to, Suppose you aren’t awake when I come back?” “Really, friend, I can’t let you. You—may need them.” “Not till I shrink, when they’ll be out of style.” “But really I—I have so many collars.” “I don’t know who I rather would have have them. They’re only turning yellow where they are. But you’re the doctor as the saying is. I’ll put the light out. Don’t you wait for me: I’ve just begun the night. You get some sleep. I’ll knock so-fashion and peep round the door When I come back so you’ll know who it is. There’s nothing I’m afraid of like scared people. I don’t want you should shoot me in the head. What am I doing carrying off this bottle? There now, you get some sleep.” He shut the door. The Doctor slid a little down the pillow. +
Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Johnson, Helene Genre Poetry Journal or Book Opportunity: A Journal of Negro Life Publisher - Year of Publication 1926 Pages 225 Additional information - Ah, little road all whirry in the breeze, A leaping clay hill lost among the trees, The bleeding note of rapture streaming thrush Caught in a drowsy hush And stretched out in a single singing line of dusky song. road wind tree topography sound metaphor Ah little road, brown as my race is brown, Your trodden beauty like our trodden pride, Dust of the dust, they must not bruise you down. Rise to one brimming golden, spilling cry! affect dust road road condition African American scenery road condition African American scenery +
Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 237 Additional information - Holy, holy, holy, sang the choir, From singing holy seemed to never tire, We were told it was an anthem grand, Sung in churches through the land. car part metaphor Much we’ve heard of Holy Writ, But never heard of singing it, It’s what the preacher talks about, The choir just holy, holy, shout. When the choir the anthem gave, Some we heard about it rave, All that we could understand, Was holy, holy, holy-land. Holy, holy, on they sang, The church with holy, holy, rang, They kept right on to holy sing, We thought a change the proper thing. The tenor holy, holy, holy, said, Until he seemed as nearly dead, Then holy, holy, sang the base, With holiness upon his face. Soprano had a holy time, The alto wasn’t far behind, Each had tried their vocal range, Still, from holy not a change. Through this anthem that we heard, But holy not another word, The song was just a lavish noise, To fill you with a lot of joys. They call this music very fine, Sung by the choir in perfect time, Here’s the music we prefer, A Studebaker engine’s purr. car model engine sound zoomorphism —The Car with Character.acter. +
Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 60-61 Additional information - We've always tried in every way To do our level best. We're guided by our better half In everything but rest. She says our light and humor lines Is not the stuff that mingles, If we would all men have them read, We must cut out the jingles. Our case we tried to argue And said you understand, To write each day as one would pray Is not at our command. Like other men we claim to be, With but a single mind, And what suits us will suit them, too, And other human kind. Every word of that I grant, She said without a pant. It fills your space from day to day If that’s your only slant. But you have cars and other things, That you have got to sell, Or else your space will be to let, And that you know, full well. car Another tack we took and tried To argue once again. Ver-sa-tile we did advance, Was like the sun and rain. But all we said with accent true, Rebounded in our face, We were left both deaf and dumb, We fell out of the race. We've tried it once, we’ve tried it twice, We've tried it many times. To argue with our better half, It’s cost us lots of dimes. A woman set, is hard to get, In threes or twos or singles. Her word was last, she said it fast, You'd best cut out the jingles. Taken from life—The “Ad” writer’s life. +
Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Service, Robert William Genre Poetry Journal or Book Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses Publisher Barse & Hopkins Year of Publication 1907 Pages 59-60 Additional information - One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee—the choice is thine, is thine, To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. car metaphor metaphysics I answered Her: The choice is mine—ah, no! We all were made or marred long, long ago. The parts are written; hear the super wail: "Who is stage-managing this cosmic show?" Blind fools of fate and slaves of circumstance, Life is a fiddler, and we all must dance. From gloom where mocks that will-o'-wisp, Free-will I heard a voice cry: "Say, give us a chance." Chance! Oh, there is no chance! The scene is set. Up with the curtain! Man, the marionette, Resumes his part. The gods will work the wires. They've got it all down fine, you bet, you bet! It's all decreed—the mighty earthquake crash; The countless constellations' wheel and flash; The rise and fall of empires, war's red tide; The composition of your dinner hash. There's no haphazard in this world of ours. Cause and effect are grim, relentless powers. They rule the world. (A king was shot last night; Last night I held the joker and both bowers.) From out the mesh of fate our heads we thrust. We can't do what we would, but what we must. Heredity has got us in a cinch— (Consoling thought when you've been on a "bust.") Hark to the song where spheral voices blend: "There's no beginning, never will be end." It makes us nutty; hang the astral chimes! The table's spread; come, let us dine, my friend.et us dine, my friend. +
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Gender Female Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1885-1979 Texts from Newsome, Mary Effie Lee The Baker's Boy +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1906-1995 Texts from Johnson, Helene The Road +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1874-1925 Texts from Lowell, Amy A South California Forest +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1878-1960 Texts from Wilson Baker, Karle The Small Town Celebrates +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1884-1933 Texts from Teasdale, Sara May Day +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1886-1961 Texts from H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) Cities +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1893-1967 Texts from Parker, Dorothy Finis +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Hersey, Marie Louise Provincetown +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Huntington, Julia Weld Off the Highway +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Weeks, Carrie Foote The ABC of the Automobile +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span - Texts from Trinkle, Florence M. Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1873-1958 Texts from Wyatt, Edith On the Great Plateau +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1887-1972 Texts from Moore, Marianne People's Surroundings +
Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1892-? Texts from Lavell, Edith The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1872-1906 Texts from Dunbar, Paul Laurence A Roadway +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1878-1962 Texts from Braithwaite, William S. A White Road +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1901-1967 Texts from Hughes, Langston Baby Florida Road Workers +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span ?-1955 Texts from Jones, Joshua Henry The Roadway +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality Jamaican-American Life span 1890-1948 Texts from McKay, Claude Dawn in New York +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span - Texts from Naylor, James Ball The Song of the Motor Car +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1874 - 1963 Texts from Frost, Robert On a Tree Fallen Across The Road +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1875-1956 Texts from MacKaye, Percy From an Automobile +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1878-1967 Texts from Sandburg, Carl Clean Curtains +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1879-1931 Texts from Lindsay, Vachel On The Road to Nowhere +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1882-1932 Texts from Oppenheim, James Abide the Adventure +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1883-1963 Texts from Williams, William Carlos The Young Housewife +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1885-1951 Texts from Lewis, Sinclair Free Air +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1885-1977 Texts from Untermeyer, Louis Portrait of a Machine +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1886-1918 Texts from Kilmer, Joyce Main Street +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1892-1962 Texts from Aldington, Richard The Poplar +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1894-1962 Texts from Cummings, Edward Estline She being Brand +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1899-1932 Texts from Crane, Hart Chaplinesque +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race … Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American and British Life span 1907-1973 Texts from Auden, Wystan Hugh Between Attention and Attention From the very first coming down Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own The Watershed XXIIonce proud to own The Watershed XXII +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality Canadian Life span 1861-1929 Texts from Carman, Bliss Lockerbie Street +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality Irish Life span 1907-1963 Texts from MacNeice, Louis +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality Scottish-Canadian Life span 1874-1958 Texts from Service, Robert William Quatrains +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Unknown Nationality American Life span Unknown Texts from Murphy, Thomas D. On Sunset Highways +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race unknown Nationality unknown Life span unknown Texts from Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Our California +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Delany, Philip Frontiering in an Automobile +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span 1871-? Texts from Shackelford, Otis M. On the Road +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span - Texts from Josephson, Matthew With the Brain at the Wheel +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span - Texts from Shanks, Charles B. Automobiling in the West +
Gender Male Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1883-1944 Texts from Stoner, Dayton The Toll of the Automobile +