Transcript of "When I Say 'Steal,' Who Do You Think Of?": Part Three
...fail, eyesight darkening to his childhood behind the lids, specks of fireflies or the star-flecked river we fell laughing into that night our boat began to sink. He lay in...
Aunt Narcissa's Quilt [ca 1880]
...solid dark red (similar to the red in Mary's Tulip) and a delicate print of five-pointed stars in red and brown superimposed over a pale-yellow grid printed on white. The...
Paul's Crazy Quilt [ca 1875 and ca 1915]
...blocks, the pieces were arranged with attention to an attractive distribution of lights and darks. Striped fabrics and red highlights provide additional visual interest. Construction: The eight crazy-pieced blocks themselves...
Fort Scott newspapers
...brightest and darkest day which the people of this city ever experienced. During a year of unprecedented plenty the brawn and brain of Southern Kansas has been busy erecting the...
Junction City newspaper
...us a few boat loads of darkies, merely to give us a taste. In some places they are met with a flourish of patriotism and charity, in others with shot-guns...
Fall Creek
...by a man and woman wed less than a month, who let hoe and plow handle slip from hands, left rows half done, crossed dark waves of bottomland to lie...
Excerpt from Eudora Welty's "Where is the Voice Coming From?" (1963)
From Eudora Welty's "Where is the Voice Coming From?" (1963): Something darker than him, like the wings of a bird, spread on his back and pulled him down. He climbed...
The Mystery of the Great Blue Heron
The poet tries to make the heron a god, but the heron does not care. The heron wades along the shore, a dark body absorbing light, patience stopping time. The...
Failed Memory Exercise
...flowerbeds For the pumps and grease rack of the new Shell; But begin again, for the dark green Lincoln rises To its lube and crests where Zetty's kitchen was: The...
Self-Portrait at a Bend in the Road
...edge of the frame ready to disappear into the smoke or the heat or the trees. The mountain's dark behind me. My hand's on the latch, the last warmth still...