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World War I and Its Aftermath
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
World War I
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Alan Seeger
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
—T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)
Alan Seeger and T. S. Eliot
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.
—T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)
Alan Seeger and T. S. Eliot
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Ernest Hemingway
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Ernest Hemingway
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Ernest Hemingway
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
E. E. Cummings
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Jessie Redmon Fauset
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
A reek of steam— the bath-house rang with cries.“Come across with the soap.”
“Like hell, what makes you think it’s yours?”
“Don’t turn off the water, that ain’t fairI’m all covered with soap.”
“Hurry up, get out of the way.”“Thank God you’re takin’ a bath.”
“He wants to surprise us.”
“Oh is that so, well anyway I don’t stink like you.”
“Air raid!”
John Allan Wyeth, Jr.
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
“We ran out into the square,naked and cold like souls on Judgment Day.Over us, white clouds blazoned on blue skies,and a green balloon on fire—we watched it shrinkinto flame and a fall of smoke. Around us, bruteguns belching puffs of shrapnel in the air,where one plane swooping like a bird of preyspat fire into a dangling parachute.”
John Allan Wyeth, Jr.
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
Gertrude Stein
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, 8th Edition | Copyright © 2012 W.W. Norton & Company
“Soon we came to the battle-fields and the lines of trenches of both sides. To any one who did not see it as it was then it is impossible to imagine it. It was not terrifying it was strange. We were used to ruined houses and even ruined towns but this was different. It was a landscape. And it belonged to no country.”
Gertrude Stein
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