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Stuart Merrill

 


























  • Fume l'encens, veille l'amour, 
    Dans son lit bleu la vierge est morte; 
    Couve le feu, tombe le jour, 
    L'Ange, mes soeurs, frappe à la porte.
    • Translation: Incense smokes, and love takes care, 
      In her blue bed the virgin died;
      The fire broods, the day falls, 
      The Angel, sisters, knocks on the door.
      • "La Mystérieuse Chanson"

D. H. Lawrence

 from Pansies THE WHITE HORSE The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in silence. They are s...

  • Raymond Carver
    Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the wat...
  • Edith Wharton
    from  Book One Custom of the Country 1 "Undine Spragg!-how can you?" her mother wailed, raising a prematurely wrinkled hand heavy ...
  • Sean Hewitt
      from All Down Darkness Wild After some quiet introductions, he nodded towards a thicket of trees and started walking, keeping his distance...