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: November, 1930
"What's in your mind, my dove, my coney; / Do thoughts grow like feathers, the dead end of life; / Is it making of love or counting of money, / Or raid on the jewels, the plans of a thief?"
preview | full record— Auden, W. H. (1907-1973)