Edvard Munch, Towards the Forest II, 1915 O lurcher-loving collier black as night, follow your love across the smokeless hill; your lamp is out, the cages are all still; course for heart and do not miss, for Sunday soon is past and, Kate, fly not so fast, for Monday comes when none may kiss: be …
Raquel Forner, Claro de luna, 1939 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, silence the pianos and with muffled drum bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, put crêpe bows …
Roman Halter, Transport, 1977 Say this city has ten million souls, some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, look in the atlas and you’ll find it there: we …
Claude Monet, The Train, 1872 Driver drive faster and make a good run down the Springfield Line under the shining sun. Fly like an aeroplane, don’t pull up short till you brake for Grand Central Station, New York. For there in the middle of the waiting-hall should be standing the one that I love …
Wystan Hugh Auden was an English-American poet. His works center on moral issues, politics and society, as well as love, religion and psychology.
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