The Pharmakos Your parents leave you with the roots Of their own lives in your hand, You who with your own life pulled their life up, Dirt falling from the onion’s bulb Back into dirt. Ritual in the morning light Each generation repeats, muscle Strong at …
… the ideas now vehemently asserted in forums, chambers of commerce, and legislative halls, probably none is more … to strict controls. Southern planters were doughty individuals, no doubt, but they did not compete savagely among … he condensed to one chapter Mill’s two chapters on remedies for low wages; he reduced by about one-half Mill’s …
Essays
… camp in the world. (Is it coincidental that this camp is also in Africa, the most historically neglected continent … whose dust-covered faces, hands, and feet turned their bodies into sand ghosts, my children were back home in … and dispensations so acutely, I truly believed my comfort did not authorize me to speak. And further, hadn’t I …
Reporting
… a storm of symbolism, wearing saffron garments—a move that commentators from India Today, a prominent English-language … five hundred miles southeast of New Delhi, Varanasi, also called Benares, is the spiritual capital of India. Not … To bathe in the Ganges is to be purified of all sins; to die in Varanasi is to reach moksha, the transcendent state …
… figure rising up from the sand, tempting me to kiss her and die of thirst. I plod ahead in search of an oasis, if I can …
Essays
… muslin, From the heartbeat whose silence makes the world die? Having proposed such a vision, Miłosz undoes it with … version of civilization that the poet will present to us comes from “our net.” Woven from signs, hieroglyphs, vision, … Since his other versions occupy far fewer lines, we may also infer that language itself is the essential measure of …