Mark Twain and Harriet Beecher Stowe in Hartford, Connecticut

Mark Twain (1835-1910) and Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) used to live literally next door to each other in Hartford, Connecticut - Stowe at 77 Forest Street, and Twain at 351 Farmington Avenue.

'HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

DAUGHTER OF

THE REVEREND LYMAN AND ROXANNA FOOTE BEECHER

BORN LITCHFIELD CONNECTICUT 14 JUNE 1811

MARRIED AT CINCINNATI OHIO 6 JANUARY 1836

TO CALVIN ELLIS STOWE

WROTE "UNCLE TOM'S CABIN" AT BRUNSWICK MAINE IN 1851

RESIDED IN THIS HOUSE FROM 1873

UNTIL HER DEATH 1 JULY 1896'

'"AS COLUMBUS SOUGHT AN OLD CONTINENT AND DISCOVERED A NEW ONE SO HARRIET BEECHER STOWE MEANT TO WRITE AN ARGUMENT ON AN OLD THEME AND SUCCEEDED IN WRITING AN IMMORTAL CLASSIC!"

                                                                      WILLIAM LYON PHELPS'

'THIS TABLET PLACED BY

THE HARTFORD COLONY

NATIONAL SOCIETY

NEW ENGLAND WOMEN

13 JUNE 1935'

Mark Twain was born Samuel Langhorne Clemens in Florida, Missouri, although he spent most of his childhood and youth in Hannibal in the same state, which would serve as the inspiration for 'St Petersburg' in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884).

Twain married Livy Langdon in 1870, and the following year the family moved to Hartford, where they initially rented a house, although in 1873 they commissioned Edward Tuckerman Potter, a New York architect, to design this house, where Twain wrote, among other books, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. They lived here until 1881

Harriet Beecher Stowe, of course, will no doubt always be associated with Uncle Tom's Cabin, the full text of which is here.

Wallace Stevens in Hartford, Connecticut

This plaque is outside the Hartford Fire Insurance Company building, and marks the first of thirteen stones on the Wallace Stevens Walk.

'WALLACE STEVENS

'Born in Reading, Pennsylvania, on October 2., 1879, died on August 2, 1955, in Hartford, Connecticut.

'Joined the Hartford Accident & Indemnity Co. in 1916, named a vice-president in 1934, and worked at the company for the remainder of his life.

'Published several volumes of poetry beginning at age 44 with Harmonium. (1923), and culminating with The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (1954).

'Awarded the Bollinger Prize (1949), two National Book Awards (1951, 1954) and a Pullizer Prize in Poetry (1955).

'Stevens, who never learned to drive, walked to work, often composing poetry along the way. The Wallace Stevens Walk inivites you to retrace the steps of the poet's imagination from his office to 118 Westerly Terrace, his former home.

'Thirteen Connecticut granite stones mark the course of the walk, each inscribed with a stanza from his poem, "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird."'

A map of the 2.4 mile walk follows, which continues down Asylum Avenue for a long way, and then briefly continues into Terry Road for the tenth stone, and then into Westerly Terrace. I wouldn't recommend that anyone try driving this route, so prepare for a walk of almost five miles.

The Hartford, 690 Asylum Avenue.

I

Among twenty snowy mountains.

The only moving thing

Was the eye of the blackbird.

II

I was of three minds,

Like a tree

In which there are three blackbirds.

III

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.

It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV

A man and a woman

Are one.

A man and a woman and a blackbird

Are one.

V

I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of inflexions

Or the beauty of innuendoes,

The blackbird whistling

Or just after.

VI

Icicles filled the long window

With barbaric glass.

The shadow of the blackbird

Crossed it, to and fro.

The mood

Traced in the shadow

An indecipherable cause.

VII

O thin men of Haddam,

Why do you imagine golden birds?

Do you not see how the blackbird

Walks around the feet

Of the women about you?

VIII

I know noble accents

And lucid, inescapable rhythms;

But I know, too.

That the blackbird is involved

In what I know.

IX

When the blackbird flew out of sight,

It marked the edge

Of one of many circles.

X

At the sight of blackbirds

Flying in a green light,

Even the bawds of euphony

Would cry out sharply.

XI

He rode over Connecticut

In a glass coach.

Once, a fear pierced him,

In that he mistook

The shadow of his equipage

For blackbirds.

XII

The river is moving.

The blackbird must be flying.

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.

It was snowing

And is was going to snow.

The blackbird sat

In the cedar-limbs.

Stevens's former house is opposite the stone in the central reservation.