The huge black clock hand is still at rest but is on the point of making its once-a-minute gesture; that resilient jolt will set a... whole world in motion. The clock face will slowly turn away, full of despair, contempt, and boredom, as one by one the iron pillars will start walking past, bearing away the vault of the station like bland atlantes; the platform will begin to move past, carrying off on an unknown journey cigarette butts, used tickets, flecks of sunlight and spittle; a luggage handcart will glide by, its wheels motionless; it will be followed by a news stall hung with seductive magazine covers--photographs of naked, pearl-gray beauties; and people, people, people on the moving platform, themselves moving their feet, yet standing still, striding forward, yet retreating as in an agonizing dream full of incredible effort, nausea, a cottony weakness in one's calves, will surge back, almost falling supine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red:... They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day:-- Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well;... Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Judean threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The archbishop is away. The church is gray. He has left his robes folded in camphor... And, dressed in black, he walks Among fireflies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,... Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket, Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »