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Mona Van Duyn

Fall 1945

The Bell

By Mona Van Duyn

A Story, 2nd Prize 1945  If Mother were less large, or if the whole front room were not already filled with Mother’s things, each with its value or its taboo […]

Summer 1944


By Mona Van Duyn

From the dark side, feet first, breech birth, the fighter fallsand O the babe is small among perihelionsand his first breath crawls like a worm through impersonal countriesof no sins, […]