Somewhere — in desolate wind-swept space —
In Twilight-land — in No-man’s land —
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
“And who are you?” cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
“I know not,” said the second Shape,
“I only died last night!”Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907) American writer, poet, critic, editor
“Identity,” Poems, Part 2 “Interludes” (1885)
(Source)
Quotations by:
Aldrich, Thomas Bailey
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907) American writer, poet, critic, editor
“Leaves From a Notebook,” Ponkapog Papers (1903)
(Source)
It was pleasant to me to get a letter from you the other day. Perhaps I should have found it pleasanter if I had been able to decipher it. I don’t think that I mastered anything beyond the date (which I knew) and the signature (which I guessed at).
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907) American writer, poet, critic, editor
Letter to Professor E.S. Morse (c. 1889)
(Source)