
“…his head emerged cautiously, like that of a snail taking a look around after a thunderstorm.”
The Code of the Woosters (1938)
Source: Collected Poems
“…his head emerged cautiously, like that of a snail taking a look around after a thunderstorm.”
The Code of the Woosters (1938)
“I am this fiery snail crawling home.”
Source: Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
"Between Solitude and Loneliness," The New Yorker, October 15, 2016
in a letter from Bordighera to friends in Paris, Jan. 1884; as cited in: Joslyn Art Museum, Holliday T. Day, Hollister Sturges (1987), Joslyn Art Museum: Paintings and Sculpture from the European and American Collections, p. 100
1870 - 1890
“Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft-sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.”
"The Lost Son," ll. 8-11
The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)
Context: I shook the softening chalk of my bones,
Saying,
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft-sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.