Showing posts with label Willa Cather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Willa Cather. Show all posts

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Clerihew of the Plow


WILLA CATHER

Rather gather
Willa Cather
Thought a woman's life on the prairie
Less bucolic than cautionary.


Daily Dose


From One of Ours, by Willa Cather

COUNTRY

"The country people never had to spend money for doctors, but cured all diseases with roots and herbs, and when the old folks had the rheumatism they took 'one of dem jenny-pigs' to bed with them, and the guinea-pig drew out all the pain."

From Book Three, Chapter X

Friday, September 16, 2016

Daily Dose


From Death Comes for the Archbishop, by Willa Cather

AVARICE

"Avarice, he assured them, was the one passion that grew stronger and sweeter in old age."

From Padre Martinez, Chapter 2, The Miser

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Daily Dose

From O Pioneers!, by Willa Cather

AT ALL

"They had not seen him at all.  He had not overheard much of their dialogue, but he felt the import of it.  It made him, somehow, unreasonably mournful to find two young things abroad in the pasture in the early morning.  He decided he needed his breakfast."

From Chapter V, Neighboring Fields

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Just Thinking...

Just thinking, it might be time to start another alphabet book of... novelists, maybe? Just perversely thinking of prose today, during National Poetry Month.