Part 1 Vocabulary (Unit 4)

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent

Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep...tired...or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse

It is better to present one Image in a lifetime than to produce voluminous works.

To begin with, consider the three propositions...not as dogma— never consider anything as dogma—but as the result of long contemplation, which, even if it is someone else’s contemplation, may be worth consideration....

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

At these times the country gave him a feeling of profound melancholy—it offended him that the links should lie in enforced fallowness, haunted by ragged sparrows for the long season.

The situation was resolved by the fortuitous appearance of the caddy master, who was appealed to immediately by the nurse.

Then she was in the water, swimming to the floating surfboard with a sinuous crawl.

“You’re not. I like you. But I’ve just had a terrible afternoon. There was a man I cared about, and this afternoon he told me out of a clear sky that he was poor as a church mouse. He’d never even hinted it before. Does this sound horribly mundane?”

May one year back had been marked by Judy’s poignant, unforgivable, yet forgiven turbulence—it had been one of those rare times when he fancied she had grown to care for him.

A million phrases of anger, pride, passion, hatred, tenderness fought on his lips. Then a perfect wave of emotion washed over him, carrying off with it a sediment of wisdom, of convention, of doubt, of honor.

The concrete highway was edged with a mat of tangled, broken, dry grass, and the grass heads were heavy with oat beards to catch on a dog’s coat, and foxtails to tangle in a horse’s fetlocks, and clover burrs to fasten in sheep’s wool: sleeping life waiting to be spread and dispersed, every seed armed with an appliance of dispersal...

The sun lay on the grass and warmed it, and in the shade under the grass the insects moved, ants and ant lions to set traps for them, grasshoppers to jump into the air and flick their yellow wings for a second, sow bugs like little armadillos, plodding restlessly on many tender feet.

As the embankment grew steeper and steeper, the more frantic were the efforts of the land turtle.

Dorothea Lange took these photographs in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo, California, while she was on assignment photographing migrant farm workers.

I made five exposures, working closer and closer from the same direction.

There she sat in that lean-to tent with her children huddled around her, and seemed to know that my pictures might help her, and so she helped me.

She was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
Yes, she was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
I had to get a steam shovel just to dig my darlin’ out.

And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.

And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.

Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Installment Plan

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

The poem of the mind in the act of finding
What will suffice.

It has to be on that stage
And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and
With meditation, speak words that in the ear,
In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat,
Exactly, that which it wants to hear

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit.

When they become so derivative as to become
unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand