… him. All felt that he was a man like themselves. He felt it also, liked to feel it, and strove and aspired to make a mighty, vital nation out of common human passions and struggles and hopes. Henry Clay … in the “Slashes,” Hanover County, Virginia. His father died when the boy was small, and his mother married again. …
… countries and their peoples, will special emphasis on studies of the Soviet Republics and of European politics, Mi … Andrew Glaze, born in Alabama,’ graduate of Harvard, is a communication officer in the Army Air Force. “An h> … a crackling coke blaze in the fireplace, and the dead Wolfcs looked down upon us from their photographs. I was …
… doughballs for the carp, some of them big enough, so my companion Larry said, to swallow old Jonah, which I told … of telling, Mrs. Heath an elderly woman whose husband had died many years ago, and who taught only boys because she … on living without it, my father meanwhile at regular intervals lying beneath the Model-T, asking always, or so …
Poetry
… the cry that opens the shutters. She says changeling, become a boy . Once I was a dream-animal running. I knew there … raised whose eyes widen toward bloom as they stand: two bodies of struggle. The officer believes the instrument’s … the bright cylinder from which the bullet will emerge and points it toward a future intention. Color the cloth …
… to school desegregation in the late 1950’s, no area of the Commonwealth resisted more massively-or longer-than Prince … Edward County in the decades since Massive Resistance died out. Mr. Smith’s essay describes that change. He wrote … and the Sublime. His poems have appeared in numerous journals including Poetry, The Southern Review, and Michigan …
… porch glider Back and forth the glider heaves our strange bodies, 88 and 24, your head swaying on its stern like a … You did it—painted him as he was until he died: an enforcer of laws who paid your way and said “Never … lost shape years ago. You raise a sheet to your eyes, then command me to read the part in red type: I am myself a …