PoetryStrange Fits of Passion Have I Known Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in… By William Wordsworth
PoetryCloistered To-night the little girl-nun died. Her hands were laid Across her breast; the last sun… By Mary Carolyn Davies
PoetryA Vivid Girl Her face is fair and smooth and fine, Childlike, with secret laughter lit, Drooping in… By Clara Shanafelt
PoetryThe Old Stoic Riches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of… By Emily Brontë
ProseThe Truth I can imagine someone copying out how Felix Arvers died. It was in a hospital.… By Rainer Maria Rilke
ProseHer Divine Breath How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger, or my feet meet… By Goethe
PoetryCézanne Our door was shut to the noon-day heat. We could not see him. We might… By Alfred Kreymborg
ProseO Mother O mother: you who are without an equal, who stood before all this silence, long… By Rainer Maria Rilke
PoetryIn March On a soaked fence-post a little blue-backed bird, Opening her sweet throat, has stirred A… By Max Eastman