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Louis Kent

Fall 1948

I Remember

By Louis Kent

I remember a yellow wood: A thousand thousand leaves lay underfoot And a thousand thousand tented from the sun Black stems and roots, a yellow rutted path, And I walked […]

Fall 1948

Latitudes

By Louis Kent

Between the mariner and his numb hand Shaped to the frozen oar, Climbing the ponderous slopes toward land, And the murderer Lost on the endless wave Of mountains lifting and […]

Fall 1948

The Catalpa World

By Louis Kent

The tall catalpas bloomed in storm And catbirds filled the canopy With crying children, lost in snow:   There was a child   Who dared not go Under the catalpa snow. The […]