February 17, 2024

The Younger Poets

By J. C. R.

The “Younger Poets,” as we should describe those who appear in this issue within the poetry section of that title, are the ones who have not yet published whole books […]

February 17, 2024

[How Slightly Earned, the Body]

By Ruth Herschberger

How slightly earned, the body,body’s first attraction,faint and fierce,how little warranted, its angerof insistence, longing clamber,deprivation, and repose …. We lie, we grow two arms;we anchor cheek, we kiss;we bid […]

February 17, 2024

Coup d’Etat

By Ruth Herschberger

A tremor, like magnitude, shook the world,It was an end-day, a beginning-hour.The front lawns of the suburbs were not glad of it,But the birds carolled endlessly, as ever. The world […]

February 17, 2024

Forever Flight

By Elizabeth Lee

When on a pewter-painted dawnLight folds half around the trees,East flamingo, the rest brownAs if once smoked by a night’s navies, What’s to prevent the pick-shaped duckIn mounting green and […]

February 17, 2024

Fable for Easter 1941

By John Pauker

He was the last man freeThe rest were spiesHe knew it by their handsTheir lips their eyes And knew they watched him closeAll day all nightHis life a prime conjectureIn […]

February 17, 2024

Waterwall Blues

By Howard Moss

I gnarled me where the spinster treeUnwound its green hosannaAnd built its sorrow leaf by knee,A lachrymal cabana. The self same night I cracked my cowl,Unwound myself with Anna:Speech by […]

February 17, 2024

Notes on a New England Winter

By Howard Nemerov

I. From the cold streets of CambridgeThe lapis and basalt of St. Paul’sMakes disturbing division, a goldenAnd Byzantine disarray. Hath notSome golden Paleologus of the City CouncilOrdained this disorderly splendor?Jumbled […]

February 17, 2024

A Winter Shore

By Reed Whittemore

1. What the sea does winters,What to summer’s wreck,It does well.     What old hull isNot borne under, swept bare,Shattered, buried in the sand, A broken shell?     Winter hasNo other undertow like this,The […]

February 17, 2024

Boy at a Christmas Tree

By John Nerber

The snow falls softly, softly whereThinking of islands, how the dead boys freeze,I thought of islands, îlots de mémoire;The retreat and the approach to the island in the pondDeep in […]

February 17, 2024

For My Twenty-Fifth Birthday, 1941

By John Ciardi

So sleep undoes itself and I arriveAwake to morning and to twenty-five.Outside the ramblers climb their strings toward summer,The finished lilacs tumble, and from somewhereThe whistles call the seven o’clocks […]

February 17, 2024

Three Poems

By Jean Garrigue

I. From Venice was that afternoonThough our own land’s canal we viewed.There willows clove the bluish heatBy dropping leaf or two, gold green,And every tuft of hill beyondStood bright, distinct, […]