April 1, 1999

Rock-Study with Wanderer

By John Berryman

From the Spring 1948 issue.    “Cold cold cold of a special night” Summer and winter sings under the beast The ravished doll   Hear in the middle wasteThe blue doll of the […]

April 1, 1999

Letter to His Brother

By John Berryman

From the Summer 1939 issue.   The night is on these hills, and some can sleep.Some stare into the dark, some walk.Only the sound of glasses and of talk,Of cracking […]

April 1, 1999

Nineteen Thirty-Eight

By John Berryman

From the Summer 1939 issue. Across the frontiers of the helpless worldThe great planes swarm, the carriers of death,Germs in the healthy body of the air,And blast our cities where […]

July 1, 1998

Satan’s Confession

By R. T. S. Lowell

 I. The Garden “My laurels are cut down,”The Son of Morning mourns;   ”Old Adam’s funeral wreath,   Once crossed with death,Is Jesus’ crown,The Scapegoat’s Crown of thorns. There is an idle-richImage of the […]

July 1, 1998

The Dandelion Girls

By R. T. S. Lowell

From THE KENYON REVIEW, WINTER 1939 As home-made candles with fuzzy wicksBent birches sprout out of a knobWhere brilliant clouds have surged away —Clouds are luxuriantly grey. Slackly curling below […]

July 1, 1998

The Cities’ Summer Death

By R. T. S. Lowell

The summer hospital enframes In its fashionable windows Boats brow-beaten by varnished storms And curbed-off grass where no cows browse. Grandfather feathery as thought Furls his flurried wrapper and floats […]

July 1, 1998

Mr. Edwards and the Spider

By R. T. S. Lowell

I saw the spiders marching through the air,  Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day    In latter August when the hay    Came creaking to the barn. But where      The […]

July 1, 1998

The First Sunday in Lent

By R. T. S. Lowell

From THE KENYON REVIEW, AUTUMN 1946 1. IN THE ATTIC  The crooked family chestnut sighs, for March,   Time’s fool, is storming up and down the town;   The gray snow squelches and […]

July 1, 1998

At a Bible House

By R. T. S. Lowell

At a Bible HouseWhere smoking is forbidden By the Prophet’s Law, I saw you wiry, bed-ridden, Gone in the kidneys: raw Onions and a louse Twitched on the sheet before […]