October 1, 1947

Yield

By Josephine Miles

In my anguish of joy I spoke peaceably to its sources Where he crated pears and sacked walnuts in the descending   year. The orchards were stifled with their leaves and […]

October 1, 1947

Countenance

By Josephine Miles

All where I am your countenance is not Since you wear it to the limit of your office wall. But the face of your countenance perceives me My world for […]

October 1, 1947

Aboriginal

By Josephine Miles

The frenzy of the aboriginal man Makes me a day to last my lifetime in, Says, lifting his head, I call myself a god, Lifting his head to antedate the […]

January 1, 1947

The Meaning of a Scene

By W. R. Moses

One walking in that morning-by-the-clockWent humbled as a man with skin and clubThrough a pre-fire convention of dark and cold.Metallic ground, rime on the willows and oldGrass. Even the first […]

January 1, 1947

To the South

By Brewster Ghiselin

The umber slant lands under the Apennines Clouded their sunward dust with pluffs and plumes, Rust of peaches, pale of almonds and plums, And lower yet a still green mist […]

January 1, 1947

American History

By W. R. Moses

Though the rough, bitter-sweet haw of pioneering Seems now as remote as wheat in Egyptian tomb, Grandparents actually ate it. In the big weather, Under a strange heaven’s gigantic bloom, […]