January 1, 1982

Coinaliste

By Galway Kinnell

She can drink from a beer bottle, she can light a cigar and blow out the match, she can drag on it so hard the end blazes, she can inhale […]

January 1, 1982

The Luna Park Ghost Train

By Galway Kinnell

For the Seven Dead in the Luna Park Fire,          Sydney, June 9, 1979 Today they stand still, the great fright machines—the doughbeater which lifted, turned, plunged, yells of terror in […]

October 1, 1981

A Red Carillon Whose Berries Are Bells

By Diane Ackerman

   Because rain fell early and long this summer, the yard   spawned hundreds of wild strawberries:      pendent hearts  below a canopy of leaves,    whose sawtooth edge we learned      to spot from […]

October 1, 1981

Mountain Idyll

By Llewellyn McKernan

Here is the light of the heart, yellow as apples. Trees shoot up overnight, shaped like the nightmare  in a gothic novel, above them the sky is rainbow colored. The […]

October 1, 1981

Sleeping Beauty of the Bronx

By Diane Ackerman

   Dearest friend, dead to me by time’s present fiction:   I read your plight weekly     through the dream whorl of print,  how they pox your face and arms with high-strung electrodes, […]

October 1, 1981

Swimming

By Llewellyn McKernan

She slips like a vow through blue water, rides a white lion that slides through her fingers, talks learnedly of touching her hand to the bottom. The water is dappled […]