Ernest Miller Hemingway was an American author and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections and two non-fiction works. Three novels, four collections of short stories and three non-fiction works were published posthumously. Many of these are considered classics of American literature.
Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school he reported for a few ... more »
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Ernest Hemingway Poems
Advice To A Son
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew.
If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
Along With Youth
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished
To Good Guys Dead
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest.
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy
To Crazy Christian
There was a cat named Crazy Christian Who never lived long enough to screw He was gay hearted, young and handsome
There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows No successful suicides. A Chinese boy kills himself and is dead.
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry-mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the end;
I Like Canadians
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don't smell bad.
The Age Demanded
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places - Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces.
For we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray;
Killed Paive--July 8--1918
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you,
Quotationsmore quotations »
''When you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis comes.''Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author. repr. In By-Line Ernest Hemingway, ed. William White (1967). "Notes on the Next War: A Serious Topical Lett...
The first panacea for a mismanaged nation is inflation of the currency; the second is war. Both bring a temporary prosperity; both bring a permanent ruin. But both are the refuge of political and econ...Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author. repr. In By-Line Ernest Hemingway, ed. William White (1967). "Notes on the Next War: A Serious Topical Lett...
''Personal columnists ... are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meatno matter who killed the meat for him.''Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author. repr. In By-Line Ernest Hemingway, ed. William White (1967). "Old Newsman Writes: A Letter from Cuba," Esqu...
''Eschew the monumental. Shun the Epic. All the guys who can paint great big pictures can paint great small ones.''Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author. Letter, January 5-6, 1932. Published in Selected Letters, ed. Carlos Baker (1981).
''Never confuse movement with action.''Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author. quoted by Marlene Dietrich in Papa Hemingway, pt. 1, ch. 1, A.E. Hotchner (1966 edition). "In those fiv...
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Advice To A Son
Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don't enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don't believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry whores.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.