W. D. Snodgrass
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Person · Open Library
- Born
- 1926
- Works
- 41
Top works
- [Northern lights
- Heart's needle
- Cinci balade populare
- Commissioned poems 1962
- Mioriṭa
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Music · MusicBrainz
- Type
- Person
- Gender
- Male
- Origin
- United States
- Active from
- 1926-01-05
- Active to
- 2009-01-13
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Listeners · Last.fm
- Listeners
- 62
- Total plays
- 261
William De Witt Snodgrass (January 5, 1926 – January 13, 2009) was an American poet who also wrote under the pseudonym S. S. Gardons. He won the 1960 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/W.+D.+Snodgrass">Read more on Last.fm</a>
Recent publications · Crossref
5 total works indexed
- A standardized set of 260 pictures: Norms for name agreement, image agreement, familiarity, and visual complexity.
· 1980 · cited 3,011x
- Pragmatics of measuring recognition memory: Applications to dementia and amnesia.
· 1988 · cited 2,290x
- AP24534, a Pan-BCR-ABL Inhibitor for Chronic Myeloid Leukemia, Potently Inhibits the T315I Mutant and Overcomes Mutation-Based Resistance
· 2009 · cited 1,079x
- Trinucleotide repeat length instability and age of onset in Huntington's disease
· 1993 · cited 874x
- Data Resource Profile: The World Health Organization Study on global AGEing and adult health (SAGE)
· 2012 · cited 675x
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Quotes
- “It was the nature of the thing: No moon outlives its leaving night, No sun its day. And I went on Rich in the loss of all I sing To the threshold of waking light, To larksong and the live, gray dawn. So night by night, my life has gone.”
- “In darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.”
- “Up the reputable walks of old established trees They stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in blessing.”
- “Riot in Algeria, in Cyprus, in Alabama; Aged in wrong, the empires are declining, And China gathers, soundlessly, like evidence. What shall I say to the young on such a morning?— Mind is the one salvation?—also grammar?— No; my little ones lean not toward revolt.”
- “They wear their godhead lightly. They look out from their hill and say, To themselves, "We have nowhere to go but down; The great destination is to stay."”
- “The sleek, expensive girls I teach, Younger and pinker every year, Bloom gradually out of reach.”
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