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Segregation of African Americans is shown greatly in this pic.

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Nothing can describe the feeling of mourning. This picture conveys what Auden was describing to me.

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A beutiful frame for his dead love.

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The simplisticness of what poetry can really be. Others make it so complicated when all it really is, is a word.

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The lonely girl speaking of her lonely house.

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The lover who slowly shrunk away and turned into a speck of existance.

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The quilt depicting three strong African American women.

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The boy who was lucky from rocking on his rocking horse.

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The lottery of people.

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This woman depicts the elderly black woman making her way in the story. Strong!

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This image of two "brothers" reminds me of Henry & Lyman

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This image reminds me of Lieutenant Jimmy Cross

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"Just Indians being Indians"

This quote says a lot about this short story.

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A park bench where Miss Brill would sit in the beautiful park.

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The wealthy children of N. Richland Street.

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I think of a bottle of scotch the teenage girl drank when the title of this short story comes to mind.

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Train station where the accident happened, that brought her husbands supposed death.

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This image of a store clerk reminds me of what the one in this story would look like.

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This picture conveys what this story is all about, the segregation between white and black. I can see both of these young girls being part of the troops.

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When reading this the song, "love potion number 9" came to mind.  The things people will do for love!!!<br>