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Gender
Male
Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian
Nationality
American
Life span
1886-1918
Texts from Kilmer, Joyce
Main Street +
Bibliographic Information
Author
Reynolds, Elsbery Washington
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
AutoLine o'Type
Publisher
The Book Supply Company
Year of Publication
1924
Pages
18
Additional information
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'Twas out on Garey north of town,
They had their auto curtains down,
Spooning there without a light,
At ten o'clock the other night.
urban car night
We saw them by our headlight's glare,
Through their windshield sitting there,
Oblivious to the world around,
They kissed and made but little sound.
car part visibility pleasure
'Twas loves young dream possessed the two,
The thing that once got hold of you,
We smiled, we did not have the heart
To cause the two to pull apart.
In the shadows of the trees above,
Their kisses told us of their love,
No bliss to either one was missing,
They put it all into their kissing.
The fragrancy of flowers of spring,
While she to him did tightly cling,
Came to us from the little Miss,
Each time her lips he gave a kiss.
Their kisses did not sound so loud,
As thunder from the stormy cloud,
But the echoes will much longer last,
From those he planted hard and fast.
"I rest content, I kiss your eyes,"
He said, "How fast the evening flies!
I kiss your hair in my delight,
I'd like to kiss you all the night."
You wonder how it was our fate,
To hear so much that night so late.
You can easy do such little tricks,
With the Silent Studebaker Six.
sound night technology car model
—The Car wih Character. +
Bibliographic Information
Author
McKay, Claude
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
Constab Ballads
Publisher
Watts & Co.
Year of Publication
1912
Pages
59-61
Additional information
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Batch o' p'licemen, lookin' fine,
Tramp away to de car line;
No more pólicemen can be
Smart as those from Half Way Tree:
Happy, all have happy faces,
For 'tis Knutsford Park big races.
car
No room in de tram fe stan':
"Oh! de races will be gran',—
Wonder ef good luck we'll hab,
Get fe win a couple bob!"
Joyous, only joyous faces,
Goin' to de Knutsford races.
Motor buggy passin' by,
Sendin' dus' up to de sky;
P'licemen, posted diffran' place,
Buy dem ticket on de race:
Look now for de anxious faces
At de Knutsford Park big races!
car exhaust pollution
Big-tree boys a t'row dem dice:
"P'lice te-day no ha' no v'ice,—
All like we, so dem caan' mell,—
Mek we gamble laka hell”:
Rowdy, rowdy-looking faces
At de Knutsford Park big races.
Ladies white an' brown an' black,
Fine as fine in gala frock,
Wid dem race-card in dem han'
Pass 'long to de dollar stan':
Happy-lookin' lady faces
At de Knutsford Park big races.
Ge'men wid dem smart spy-glass,
Well equip' fe spot dem harse,
Dress' in Yankee-fashion clo'es,
Watch de flag as do'n it goes:
Oh! de eager, eager faces
At de Knutsford Park big races!
Faces of all types an' kinds,
Faces showin' diffran' minds,
Faces from de udder seas—
Right from de antipodes:
Oh! de many various faces
Seen at Knutsford Park big races!
Jockeys lookin' quite dem bes',
In deir racin' clo'es all dress'
(Judge de feelin's how dem proud)
Show de harses to de crowd:
Now you'll see de knowin' faces
At de Knutsford Park big races.
Soldier ban', formed in a ring,
Strike up "God save our king";
Gub'nor come now by God's grace
To de Knutsford Park big race:
High faces among low faces
At de Knutsford Park big races.
Ladies, 'teppin' up quite cool,
Buy dem tickets at de pool;
Dough 'tis said he's got a jerk,
Dere's no harse like Billie Burke:
Look roun' at de cock-sure faces
At de Knutsford Park big races.
animal
Hey! de flag is gone do'n, oh!
Off at grips de harses go!
Dainty's leadin' at a boun',
Stirrup-cup is gainin' ground':
Strainin', eager strainin' faces
At de Knutsford Park big races.
Last day o' de race—all's done,
An' de course is left alone;
Everybody's goin' home,
Some more light dan when dey'd come:
Oh! de sad, de bitter faces
After Knutsford Park big races!
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Gender
Female
Ethnicity/Race
-
Nationality
American
Life span
1892-?
Texts from Lavell, Edith
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip +
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
1879-1931
Texts from Lindsay, Nicholas Vachel
On The Road to Nowhere +
Bibliographic Information
Author
Carman, Bliss
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics
Publisher
Snall , Maynard and Company
Year of Publication
1920
Pages
29-30
Additional information
The poem was originally published in 1914.
road
For the birthday of James Whitcomb Riley, October 7, 1914.
Lockerbie Street is a little street,
Just one block long;
But the days go there with a magical air,
The whole year long.
The sun in his journey across the sky
Slows his car as he passes by;
The sighing wind and the grieving rain
Change their tune and cease to complain;
And the birds have a wonderful call that seems
Like a street-cry out of the land of dreams;
For there the real and the make-believe meet.
Time does not hurry in Lockerbie Street.
magic sky slowness wind rain sound animal metaphor driving sunshine
Lockerbie Street is a little street,
Only one block long;
But the moonlight there is strange and fair
All the year long,
As ever it was in old romance,
When fairies would sing and fauns would dance,
Proving this earth is subject still
To a blithesome wonder-working Will,
Spreading beauty over the land,
That every beholder may understand
How glory shines round the Mercy-seat.
That is the gospel of Lockerbie Street.
moonlight nostalgia driving affect
Lockerbie Street is a little street,
Only one block long,
A little apart, yet near the heart
Of the city's throng.
If you are a stranger looking to find
Respite and cheer for soul and mind,
And have lost your way, and would inquire
For a street that will lead to Heart's Desire,—
To a place where the spirit is never old,
And gladness and love are worth more than gold, —
Ask the first boy or girl you meet!
Everyone knows where is Lockerbie Street.
urban affect navigation pleasure
Lockerbie Street is a little street,
Only one block long;
But never a street in all the world,
In story or song,
Is better beloved by old and young;
For there a poet has lived and sung,
Wise as an angel, glad as a bird,
Fearless and fond in every word,
Many a year. And if you would know
The secret of joy and the cure of woe,—
How to be gentle and brave and sweet,—
Ask your way to Lockerbie Street.
road
Gender
Female
Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian
Nationality
American
Life span
1874-1925
Texts from Lowell, Amy
A South California Forest +
M
Gender
Male
Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian
Nationality
American
Life span
1875-1956
Texts from MacKaye, Percy
From an Automobile +
Gender
Male
Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian
Nationality
Irish
Life span
1907-1963
Texts from MacNeice, Louis +
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Bibliographic Information
Author
Kilmer, Joyce
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
Main Street and Other Poems
Publisher
George H. Doran Company
Year of Publication
1917
Pages
13-15
Additional information
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I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be
When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,
And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go.
road snow
Now, Main Street bordered with autumn leaves, it was a pleasant thing,
And its gutters were gay with dandelions early in the Spring;
I like to think of it white with frost or dusty in the heat,
Because I think it is humaner than any other street.
fall plant road spring anthropomorphism
A city street that is busy and wide is ground by a thousand wheels,
And a burden of traffic on its breast is all it ever feels:
It is dully conscious of weight and speed and of work that never ends,
But it cannot be human like Main Street, and recognise its friends.
urban traffic anthropomorphism haptic road
There were only about a hundred teams on Main Street in a day,
And twenty or thirty people, I guess, and some children out to play.
And there wasn't a wagon or buggy, or a man or a girl or a boy
That Main Street didn't remember, and somehow seem to enjoy.
anthropomorphism road
The truck and the motor and trolley car and the elevated train
They make the weary city street reverberate with pain:
But there is yet an echo left deep down within my heart
Of the music the Main Street cobblestones made beneath a butcher's cart.
urban affect road anthropomorphism music cobblestone road surface
God be thanked for the Milky Way that runs across the sky,
That's the path that my feet would tread whenever I have to die.
Some folks call it a Silver Sword, and some a Pearly Crown,
But the only thing I think it is, is Main Street, Heaventown.
road sublime
Bibliographic Information
Author
Reynolds, Elsbery Washington
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
AutoLine o'Type
Publisher
The Book Supply Company
Year of Publication
1924
Pages
150
Additional information
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He went to war and gained renown,
In every fight he stood his ground,
Bullets passed him thick and fast,
Not a scratch from first to last.
We now relate this sorry fact,
He’s been a month upon his back,
On both his cheeks he’ll have a scar,
He stepped in front of a motor car.
car risk +
Bibliographic Information
Author
Teasdale, Sara
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
Rivers to the Sea
Publisher
MacMillan
Year of Publication
1915
Pages
23
Additional information
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The shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The prancing dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
car traffic
The sunlight on the steeple,
The toys we stop to see,
The smiling passing people
Are all for you and me.
"I love you and I love you"—
"And oh, I love you, too!"—
"All of the flower girl's lilies
Were only grown for you!"
Fifth Avenue and April
And love and lack of care —
The world is mad with music
Too beautiful to bear.
music road spring urban +
Gender
-
Ethnicity/Race
-
Nationality
-
Life span
-
Texts from McDowell, Syl
Nomad Blood +
Gender
Male
Ethnicity/Race
African-American
Nationality
Jamaican-American
Life span
1890-1948
Texts from McKay, Claude
Dawn in New York +
Gender
Female
Ethnicity/Race
-
Nationality
American
Life span
1887-1972
Texts from Moore, Marianne
People's Surroundings +
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Gender
Male
Ethnicity/Race
Caucasian
Nationality
American
Life span
-
Texts from Naylor, James Ball
The Song of the Motor Car +
Gender
Female
Ethnicity/Race
African-American
Nationality
American
Life span
1885-1979
Texts from Newsome, Mary Effie Lee
The Baker's Boy +
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Bibliographic Information
Author
Huntington, Julia Weld
Genre
Poetry
Journal or Book
Poetry Magazine
Publisher
-
Year of Publication
1921
Pages
81
Additional information
-
infrastructure roadside
Lilacs lift leaves of cool satin
And blossoms of mother-of-pearl
Against the tarnished silver of the deserted house.
Tall, exquisite grasses fill the door-yard with spray.
Through the sun-drenched fragrance drifts the hazy monotone of bees.
Tints of opal and jade; the hush of emerald shadows,
And a sense of the past as a living presence
Distil a haunting wistful peace.
plant animal sunshine +