Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
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 the follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...

-T.S Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Pufrock"
(Vol. VI, 3: June 1915)

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

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

-Ezra Pound Vol. II,1: April 1913

"When I am dead,"
The Wizard said,
" I'll look upon the narrow way
And this Dante,
And know that he was right;
And he'll delight
In my remorse--
Of course."

-Marianne Moore, "The Wizard in Words"
Vol. VI, 2: (May 1915)

HOG Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with the Railroads and the Nation's
Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders:

-Carl Sandburg, "Chicago" Vol. III, 6 (March 1914)

Compiled by Alice Neumann Class of "06 & Simone Muller, 1-year-International, Germany @ Davidson College