American-Literature
ANECDOTE OF THE JAR BY WALLACE STEVENS Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) was a high-ranking executive at an insurance company while pu ...
Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderne ...
A WAGNER MATINEE BY WILLA CATHER Willa Cather (1873-1947) catalogued the diversity of her life experiences in her fiction. She w ...
A Wagner Matinée by Willa Cather I RECEIVED one morning a letter, written in pale ink, on glassy, blue-lined note-paper, and bea ...
little village in the Green Mountains where her ancestors had dwelt for generations, she had kindled the callow fancy of the mos ...
taught me my scales and exercises, too, on the little parlor organ which her husband had bought her after fifteen years, during ...
been best to get her back to Red Willow County without waking her, and regretted having suggested the concert. From the time we ...
The first number was the Tannhäuser overture. When the violins drew out the first strain of the Pilgrim's chorus, my Aunt Georgi ...
ring. As I pressed and gently quieted one of those groping hands, I remembered, with quivering eyelids, their services for me in ...
or worked into bread, or milked into the bottom of a pail. The deluge of sound poured on and on; I never knew what she found in ...
THE JILTING OF GRANNY WEATHERALL BY KATHERINE ANNE PORTER Katherine Anne Porter (1890-1980) published the best-selling novel Shi ...
The Jilting of Granny Weatherall By Katherine Anne Porter She flicked her wrist neatly out of Doctor Harry’s pudgy careful finge ...
“Can’t a body think, I’d like to know?” “I thought you might like something.” “I do. I want a lot of things. First off, go away ...
around here and over her head saying, “Don’t cross her, let her have her way, she’s eighty years old,” and she sitting there as ...
huddled up to her and breathed like little calves waiting at the bars in the twilight. Their eyes followed the match and watched ...
“Here’s Doctor Harry.” “I won’t see that boy again. He left just five minutes ago.” “That was this morning, Mother. It’s night n ...
He could speak as much as he pleased. It was like him to drop in and inquire about her soul as if it were a teething baby, and t ...
seeing, but looked instead down the road where the trees leaned over and bowed to each other and a thousand birds were singing a ...
this – I’ll never forgive it. She stretched herself with a deep breath and blew out the light. Review Questions ...
A WORN PATH BY EUDORA WELTY Eudora Welty (1909-2001) is most often associated with her Southern settings and her insights into t ...
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