Date: 1926
"Suddenly she remembered the goods yard at Paddington, and all her thoughts slid together again like a pack of hounds that have picked up the scent."
preview | full record— Warner, Sylvia Townsend (1893-1978)
Date: 1926
"In the goods yard at Paddington she had almost pounced on the clue, the clue to the secret country of her mind."
preview | full record— Warner, Sylvia Townsend (1893-1978)
Date: 1926
"With you, my heart is quiet here, / And all my thoughts are cool as rain."
preview | full record— Parker, Dorothy (1893-1967)
Date: 1927
"Also the sea tosses itself and breaks itself, and should any sleeper fancying that he might find on the beach an answer to his doubts, a sharer of his solitude, throw off his bedclothes and go down by himself to walk on the sand, no image with semblance of serving and divine promptitude comes re...
preview | full record— Woolf, Virgina (1882-1941)
Date: w. c. 1864, published 1929
"Experience is the Angled Road / Preferred against the Mind / By -- Paradox -- the Mind itself -- / Presuming it to lead."
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1931
"As you remember I am a great one for mugginess--of air, mind or imagery."
preview | full record— Tuve, Rosemund (1903-1964)
Date: December 28, 1932
"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery--always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud."
preview | full record— Woolf, Virgina (1882-1941)
Date: September, 1934
"When the mind is dark with the multiple shadows of facts, / There is no heat of the sun can warm the mind."
preview | full record— Miles, Josephine (1911-1985)
Date: September, 1934
"This weight of knowledge dark on the brain is never / To be burnt out like fever, // But will slowly, with speech to tell the way and ease it, / Will sink into the blood, and warm, and slowly / Move in the veins, and murmur, and come at length / To the tongue's tip and the finger's tip most lowl...
preview | full record— Miles, Josephine (1911-1985)
Date: 1935
"Not I, to whom the scraggly, unpruned emotions of many modern poets seem almost indecenly luxurious."
preview | full record— North, Jessica Nelson (1891-1988)