Barnhill,+Elsa



**Silence** //By Marianne Moore// My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellow 's grave nor the glass flowers at Harvard.  Self reliant like the cat --  that takes its prey to privacy,  the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth --  they sometimes enjoy solitude,  and can be robbed of speech  by speech which has delighted them.  The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;  not in silence, but restraint." Nor was he insincere in saying, "Make my house your inn'." Inns are not residences

// By E.E. Cummings // The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds (also, with the church's protestant blessings daughters,unscented shapeless spirited) they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead, are invariably interested in so many things-- at the present writing one still finds delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles? perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D .... the Cambridge ladies do not care, above Cambridge if sometimes in its box of sky lavender and cornerless, the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
 * The Cambridge ladies Who Live in Furnished Souls **