Poetry
… are dream’s jazz. You’ve never heard this stuff? Well, also popular last week we had an older groom the night … after all day at the pool, her tenderness in restive competition with a husband who has slept beside a wife for … can call it that, leaves very little secret. A rhythm steadier, smoother, humbler than waves: inhalations the size of …
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 …
… a Profession. By Alfred Vagts. New York: W. W. Norton and Company. $4.75. The most stimulating hypothesis in Dr. … aristocrats tend to become officers and your successful soldiers seep into the aristocracy, that with the passage of … it seeks not merely control of the army and navy but also an identification with the fighting services and with …
… 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 …
… house. Not the most valuable things, but the first to come to mind. They had allowed her her little satinwood … firmly on the ground. She took after her father, who had died of a heart attack in one of the worst November storms … artful deceit. Rousseau had composed a handful of tame animals to distract you, while the wild ones waited invisible …