January 1, 1958

For Hart

By R. S. Patton

The night is lamped with powerful beauty, and the oaks tremble with strange song. Ancestral seas tide to our windows, and the round government burns at our eyes. Inheriting hands […]

January 1, 1958

Mishap

By R. S. Patton

Smash! the blue fragments scatter like pierced birds around, and for shamed minutes after the clutched unbroken pitcher screams to his startled eyeball. The hand of Ganymede withdraws, protests the […]

January 1, 1958

Dreams

By Arthur Gregor

We have, most of us, had some indication of a blissful existence in dreams—they can be called dreams only if every incident which follows its course in a manner that […]

January 1, 1958

Pilgrim

By Alan Marshfield

The winter sun sets early, A luminous mist like the glimpse of the seasons’ focus (Hourly, yearly) In meditation, which too, behind the coppice Of isolation, sets in haste, Leaving […]

January 1, 1958

Proudflesh

By Patricia Goedicke

A thousand Edens lost, and autumn In the garden of old men Is fall, is aimless, is a parade of pain, Is Adam old in vain: Who whispers I have […]

January 1, 1958

Point of Change

By Sheila Pritchard

In the marble depot, out of the wind-aimed weather, The multiple man stands in the trampling hall. Vaguely he looks for the red nightcap of his father And waves goodbye […]

January 1, 1958

The Shattered Air

By Sheila Pritchard

Behind the shadow waits the old man not unloving. Before the shadow I unlearning, learning, rise and fall again within the turning earth within the sky. Her restless shoulder thrust […]

January 1, 1958

Sang My Name

By Landis Everson

When the beautiful beast called to me from the willows, sang my name, I wouldn’t believe. My brain tabbed it an old refrain beneath my pillow, dutifully objective, walled and […]