Date: 1922
"The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together."
preview | full record— Eliot, T. S. (1888-1965)
Date: 1922
"The joy in your maturity at length, / The peace that filled my soul like cooling wine, / When you responded to my tender strength, / And pressed your heart exulting into mine."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)