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20thCenturyAmericanLiteratureTimeLine-1901Firsttransatlanticradiocommunication-1903Wrightbrothersmadefirstairplaneflight-1914-18WorldWarI-1929StockMarketcrashbegantheGreatDepression-1939-45WorldWarII-1963PresidentKennedyassassinated-1969Americanastronautslandedonthemoon-1991USSRdismantledEdwinArlingtonRobinson(1869-1935)Americanpoet,bestknownforhispoemssetinTilburyTown,animaginaryNewEnglandvillage.HispoetrycontainpsychologicalportraitsofthetownspeopleofTilbury,whoseinnerdepthsofcharacterarepresentedwithacuteunderstandingandirony.RichardCoryWheneverRichardCorywentdowntown,Wepeopleonthepavementlookedathim;Hewasagentlemanfromsoletocrown,Cleanfavored,andimperiallyslim.Andhewasalwaysquietlyarrayed,Andhewasalwayshumanwhenhetalked;Butstillheflutteredpulseswhenhesaid,“Goodmorning,”andheglitteredwhenhewalked.Andhewasrich---yes,richerthanaking---Andadmirablyschooledineverygrace;Infine,wethoughtthathewaseverythingTomakeuswishthatwewereinhisplace.Soonweworked,andwaitedforthelight,Andwentwithoutthemeat,andcursedthebread;AndRichardCory,onecalmsummernight,Wenthomeandputabulletthroughhishead.RobertFrost(1874-1963)Americanpoet,whodrewhisimagesfromtheNewEnglandcountrysideandhislanguagefromNewEnglandspeech.TheRoadNotTakenTworoadsdivergedinayellowwood,AndsorryIcouldnottravelbothAndbeonetraveler,longIstoodAndlookeddownoneasfarasIcouldTowhereitbentintheundergrowth;Thentooktheother,asjustasfairAndhavingperhapsthebetterclaim,Becauseitwasgrassyandwantedwear;Thoughasforthat,thepassingthereHadwornthemreallyaboutthesame,AndboththatmorningequallylayInleavesnostephadtroddenblackOh,Ikeptthefirstforanotherday!Yetknowinghowwayleadsontoway,IdoubtedifIshouldevercomeback.IshallbetellingthiswithasighSomewhereagesandageshence:tworoadsdivergedinawood,andI--Itooktheonelesstraveledby,Andthathasmadeallthedifference.黄色的树林里分出两条路，可惜我不能同时去涉足，我在那路口久久伫立，我向一条路极目望去，直到它消失在丛林深处。但我却选择了另一条路，它荒草萋萋，十分幽寂，显得更诱人、更美丽；虽然这两条小路上，却很少留下旅人的足迹；虽然那天清晨落叶满地，两条路都未经脚印污染。啊，留下一条路改日再见！但我知道路径绵延无尽头，恐怕我难以再回返。也许多少年后在某个地方，我将轻声叹息将往事回顾：一片树林里分出两条路--而我选择了人迹更少的一条，从此决定了我一生的道路。StoppingbyWoodsonaSnowyEveningWhosewoodstheseareIthinkIknow.Hishouseisinthevillagethough;HewillnotseemestoppinghereTowatchhiswoodsfillupwithsnow.MylittlehorsemustthinkitqueerTostopwithoutafarmhousenearBetweenthewoodsandfrozenlakeThedarkesteveningoftheyear.HegiveshisharnessbellsashakeToaskifthereissomemistake.Theonlyothersound'sthesweepOfeasywindanddownyflake.Thewoodsarelovely,darkanddeep.ButIhavepromisestokeep,AndmilestogobeforeIsleep,AndmilestogobeforeIsleep.Thewoodsarelovely,darkanddeep.ButIhavepromisestokeep,AndmilestogobeforeIsleep,AndmilestogobeforeIsleep.AlthoughFrost’simagesandvoiceoftenseemfamiliarandold,hisobservationshaveanedgeofskepticismandironythatmakehiswork,uponrereading,neverasold-fashioned,easy,orcarefreeasitfirstappears.Inbeingbothtraditionalandskeptical,Frost’spoetryhelpedprovidealinkbetweentheAmericanpoetryofthe19thcenturyandthatofthe20thcentury.CarlSandburg(1878-1967)Americanpoetandbiographer,initiallygainedrecognitionintheearly20thcentury,andhewonPulitzerPrizesforbothhisbiographicalwritings(1940)andhispoetry(1951).Hisunrhymed,impressionisticpoetry,firstpublishedin1914,oftenfocusedonindustrializationandAmerica’sfuture.FogThefogcomesonlittlecatfeet.Itsitslookingoverharborandcityonsilenthaunchesandthenmoveson.EzraPound1885-1972Americanwriter,editor,andcritic.EzraPound’sbest-knownworkisTheCantos,aseriesofpoemsaddressingawiderangeofsubjects,fromthehistoricaltothepersonal.PoundwroteTheCantosfrom1915to1970.InaStationoftheMetroTheapparitionsofthesefacesinthecrowd;Petalsonawet,blackbough.Theapparitionsofthesefacesinthecrowd;Petalsonawet,blackbough.TheRiver-Merchant’sWife:ALetterWhilemyhairwasstillcutstraightacrossmyforeheadIplayedaboutthefrontgate,pullingflowers.Youcamebyonbamboostilts,playinghorses,Andwalkedaboutmyseat,playingwithblueplums.AndwewentonlivinginthevillageofChokan:Twosmallpeople,withoutdislikeorsuspicion.AtfourteenImarriedMyLordyou.Ineverlaughed,beingbashful.Loweringmyhead,Ilookedatthewall.Calledto,athousandtimes,Ineverlookedback.AtfifteenIstoppedscowling,IdesiredmydusttobemingledwithyoursForeverandforeverandforever.WhyshouldIclimbthelookout?Atsixteenyoudeparted,YouwentintofarKu-to-yuen,bytheriverofswirlingeddies,Andyouhavebeengonefivemonths.Themonkeysmakesorrowfulnoiseoverhead.Youdraggedyourfeetwhenyouwentout.Bythegatenow,themossisgrown,thedifferentmossesToodeeptoclearthemaway!Theleavesfallearlythisautumn,inwind.ThepairedbutterfliesarealreadyyellowwithAugustOverthegrassintheWestgarden;Theyhurtme.Igrowolder.IfyouarecomingdownthroughthenarrowsoftheriveKiang,AndIwillcomeouttomeetyouAsfarasCho-fu-Sa.长干行（李白）妾发初复额，折花门前剧。郎骑竹马来，绕床弄青梅。同居长干里，两小无嫌猜。十四为君妇，羞颜未尝开。低头向暗壁，千唤不一回。十五始展眉，愿同尘与灰。常存抱柱信，岂上望夫台。十六君远行，瞿塘滟滪堆。五月不可触，猿声天上哀。门前迟行迹，一一生绿苔。苔深不能扫，落叶秋风早。八月蝴蝶黄，双飞西园草。感此伤妾心，坐愁红颜老。早晚下三巴，预将书报家。相迎不道远，直至长风沙。Americanpoetandcritic,whodidmorethananyothersinglefiguretoadvancea“modern”movementinEnglishandAmericanliterature.Poundpromoted,andalsooccasionallyhelpedtoshape,theworkof