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18 Cards in this Set
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W.B Yeats |
The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleepWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? |
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William Carlos Williams |
Sping and All
By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast -- a cold wind. Beyond, thewaste of broad, muddy fieldsbrown with dried weeds, standing and fallenpatches of standing waterthe scattering of tall treesAll along the road the reddishpurplish, forked, upstanding, twiggystuff of bushes and small treeswith dead, brown leaves under themleafless vines --Lifeless in appearance, sluggishdazed spring approaches --They enter the new world naked,cold, uncertain of allsave that they enter. All about themthe cold, familiar wind --Now the grass, tomorrowthe stiff curl of wildcarrot leafOne by one objects are defined --It quickens: clarity, outline of leafBut now the stark dignity ofentrance -- Still, the profound changehas come upon them: rooted theygrip down and begin to awaken |
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Ezra Pund |
A Pact
From “Contemporania”I MAKE truce with you, Walt Whitman—I have detested you long enough.I come to you as a grown childWho has had a pig-headed father;I am old enough now to make friends. 5It was you that broke the new wood,Now is a time for carving.We have one sap and one root—Let there be commerce between us. |
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Amy Lowell |
Opal 1919 You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson of amaryllis,The silver of moon-touched magnolias.When I am with you,My heart is a frozen pondGleaming with agitated torches. |
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H.D |
“Sea Rose” 1916 Rose, harsh rose,marred and with stint of petals,meagre flower, thin,sparse of leaf,more preciousthan a wet rosesingle on a stem—you are caught in the drift.Stunted, with small leaf,you are flung on the sand,you are liftedin the crisp sandthat drives in the wind.Can the spice-rosedrip such acrid fragrancehardened in a leaf? |
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H.D |
Oread 1916 Whirl up, sea—whirl your pointed pines,splash your great pineson our rocks,hurl your green over us,cover us with your pools of fir. |
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Ezra Pound |
On "In a Station of the Metro"
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Ezra Pound |
Retrospect |
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Virginia Woolf |
A Room of One's Own |
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Mina Loy |
Feminist Manifesto |
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Edna St. Vincent Millay |
I Being Born a Woman |
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James Joyce |
A Painful case |
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James Joyce |
Finnegan's Wake |
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Ernest Hemingway |
The Sun Also Rises |
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Gertrude Stein |
Tender Buttons |
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Wallace Stevens |
The Emperor of Ice Cream |
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William Carlos Willaim |
This is Just to Say
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T.S. Eliot |
The Wasteland |
