In 1956 Updike was just twenty-three years old, but he had already embarked on one of the longest dominant careers in American letters. The young Pennsylvanian, with his “towers of ambition” that “rose, crystalline, within me,” would...
I loved you, New York.
The way, at first, Tina loved Ike, loved even the wingedEffort of his anger, loved his punch-drunk backhand in flight,
The noted artist finds visual poetry in the news.
Beaucoup de musique de Miley on the air—As one may imagine, there is a Rihanna button, and it iswhat you push when you enter the control room, and
In the stillness of a windless day,trees stand full, and proud, and straight.
Now when I get personalI have only one thing to say(a dead gay once told me,
