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Poems of Air The poems of air are slowly dying; too light for the page, too faint, too far away, the ones we’ve called The Moon, The Stars, The Sun, sink into the sea or slide behind the cooling trees at the field’s edge. The grave of light is everywhere. …

… long-​​term social and political impact of the flood was also enormous, a point Tom Franklin and Beth Ann Fennelly … at times worn perilously thin when the same questions and comments keep coming up. I’m afraid that Cheng has found … When Cheng was twelve, he has said, he and two of his buddies wrote adventure stories in a “fantastical …

… One Endless English Evening   Henry James had come to visit. He’d sent a telegram first and Cora had torn … such beardless sentences? She found Lucy in the blackened medieval kitchen, holding dishes under the trickle of sink … of my boyhood reading Punch. But if I’m half English, I’m also half French, since when I’m in a rush I jot notes to …

… ticket. I’d had such high hopes because the novel was so compelling. It seemed like it had the perfect plot for a … the movie.  Dr. Zhivago inspired not just a lovely film but also a soundtrack that remains immediately identifiable. And … and a sense that something is wrong for all those in the audience who know what this world should be. In building a set …

… the slow popping of the crab boats, long and white, as they complete a pass and turn for new lines. He’s frightened … to set the trees on fire. He ducks behind a box bush and studies the three blue doors. He tries to imagine what’s behind … done Mr. McHugh tries each strap and is satisfied, and he points out the screen door and toward the creek. They make …