Eugene O'Neill Poems
- To Winter "Blow, blow, thou winter wind." Away from ...
- A Regular Sort Of A Guy He fights where the fighting is ...
- Villanelle Of Ye Young Poet's ...
- Even As A Child Even as a child my face was “gloomy.” I ...
- It's Great When You Get In They told me the water was ...
- Nocturne The sunset gun booms out in hollow roar Night ...
- Free Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd, ...
Eugene Gladstone O'Neill was an American playwright and Nobel laureate in Literature.
O'Neill was born in a Broadway hotel room in New York City on October 16, 1888. O'Neill's father, James O'Neill, was one of Nineteenth Century America's most popular actors. Due to his father's profession, O'Neill was sent to a Catholic boarding school where he found his only solace in books. O'Neill spent his summers in New London, Connecticut.
In 1906 he entered Princeton but was soon expelled.Accounts vary as to why he left. He may have been dropped for attending too few classes, been suspended for "conduct code violations", or "for breaking a ... more »
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''Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.''Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953), U.S. dramatist. Lazarus, in Lazarus Laughed, act 2, sc. 1 (1927).
''Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.''Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953), U.S. dramatist. Lazarus, in Lazarus Laughed, act. 3, sc. 2.
Comments about Eugene O'Neill
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind."
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
Without a tear.
I do not love thy snow and sleet
Or icy flows;
When I must jump or stamp to warm
My freezing toes.
For why should I be happy or
E'en be merry,
In weather only fitted for
Cook or Peary.
My eyes are red, my lips are blue
My ears frost bitt'n;
Thy numbing kiss doth e'en extend
Thro' my mitten.
I am cold, no matter how I warm
Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
I loathe thee!