By C. P. Cavafy, Translated by Aliki Barnstone
Winter and summer the watchman sat on the roof of the palace of Atreidas and looked out. Now he tells the joyful news. He saw a fire flare in the distance.
By Kevin Young
To honor the National Gallery of Art's exhibition The Art of Romare Bearden, the first comprehensive Bearden retrospective in more than a decade, VQR asked National Book Award-finalist Kevin Young to respond to ten of Bearden's photomontages.
Ah, these nights of January when I sit recreating our moments in my mind and I meet you
Best advice I ever heard I learned at the poker table: Shut up & deal.
By Diane Ackerman
Blue fluid in my limbs,momentum buoys me upat takeoff speed
Half his life he parachutedfrom open cockpits in swamp fog,and the other madly scouted
By Robert Penn Warren
Past crag and scarp At length, way won; And done The chert’s sharp Incision,
By Chana Bloch
The cat nosed around the hummingbirdbut didn't want him. Sweet bird,his throat feathers go black