April 1, 1959

Lighting Fires in Snow

By I. A. Richards

Tread out a marble hollow  Then lay the twigs athwart,    Teepee-wise or wigwam, So that the air can follow  The match-flame from the start:   As we begin a poem  And some […]

April 1, 1959

The Myopic Musician

By Martin Halpern

Unless the apple show teeth-marks, or the vase The smudge of a half-patched crack where somebody once, By temper, accident, or perverse design, Placed some impression of himself, still-lifes Don’t […]

April 1, 1959

The After-Dream

By Martin Halpern

E quando ella fosse alquanto propinqua al salutare, uno spirito d’Amore, distruggendo tutti gli altri spiriti sensitivi, pingea fuori i deboletti spiriti del viso, e dicca loro: “Andate ad onorare […]

April 1, 1959

The Screens

By I. A. Richards

Screen, n. and v.t. Partition of wood or stone separating without completely cutting off one part of church or room from another, esp. that between nave and choir of cathedral, […]

October 1, 1947

Expectation

By Josephine Miles

Four hundred children expect from one another Each what from himself he has ceased to demand, Each demanding, because as from his brother, Degree of devotion none can understand. So […]

October 1, 1947

Kind

By Josephine Miles

When I think of my kindness which is tentative and quiet And of yours which is intense and free, I am in elaboration of knowledge impatient Of even the patientest […]

October 1, 1947

Riddle

By Josephine Miles

You are a riddle I would not unravel, You are the riddle my life comprehends. And who abstracts the marvel Abstracts the story to its sorriest ends. But not your […]

October 1, 1947

Wind of Spain

By Anthony Hecht

Down from the hills the wind came striding and striding, And it was cool as the dark coral hermitage of fish Where it rinsed the boughs of the olive trees […]

October 1, 1947

The Duet

By W. H. Auden

  All winter long the huge sad lady Sang to her warm house of the heart betrayed:—  Love lies delirious and a-dying; The purlieus are shaken by his sharp cry.   But back […]

October 1, 1947

Dream

By Anthony Hecht

Saliva swims around the empty tooth Of an old man, sleeping within the park. Betwveen the bushes, Evening slips along, Trailing a violet andorange song, And followed closely by the […]

October 1, 1947

From Ancient Fangs

By Peter Viereck

(The time of this poem is in the far future, shortly after peace and love return to earth.) I. Like lamp of intricate stained glass which hangs  From curved blue […]