Date: 1922
"The mists will shroud me on the utter height, / The salty, brimming waters of my breast / Will mingle with the fresh dews of the night / To bathe my spirit hankering to rest."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: September 7, 1923
"It was caparison of mind and cloud / And something given to make whole among / The ruses that were shattered by the large."
preview | full record— Stevens, Wallace (1879-1955)
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: 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: 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)
Date: w. 1936, 1938
"The year plunges into night / and the heart plunges / lower than night // to an empty, windswept place / without sun, stars or moon / but a peculiar light as of thought // that spins a dark fire-- / whirling upon itself until, / in the cold, it kindles // to make a man aware of nothing / that he...
preview | full record— Williams, William Carlos (1883-1963)
Date: 1936
"Everything is sordid, shoddy, thin as pasteboard. A Coney Island of the mind."
preview | full record— Miller, Henry (1891-1980)