Buy me yesterday for they may adhere to coffee.
It is without doubt no pleasure to walk about.
From Hotel François 1er, 1931
About the Author:
Gertrude Stein (February 3, 1874 – July 27, 1946) was an American writer and poet.
There is singularly nothing that makes a difference a difference in beginning and in the middle and in ending except that each generation has something different at which they are all looking.
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I still remember my first brush with Gertrude Stein’s remarkable poem “Susie Asado” when I was a young graduate student in the early 1990s.
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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