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The Greatest Poem in the World.(Review)

The Greatest Poem in the World.(Review) GOLDSTEIN, LAURENCE My TEASING TITLE MIMICS ONE by Herbert Read, from a collection of newspaper leaders published in 1945, A Coat of Many Colours. The title of his piece is “The Greatest Work of Art in the World.” Because Read was an influential aesthetician who had helped shape the […]

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Interval. (poem)

Interval. (poem) McClanahan, Rebecca Once my mother, dressing for an obligation, stepped through the moment into my eyes, half-finished, a woman in a black dress. All that she would momentarily add up to, strewn across the bed — satin gloves, a beaded bag, the seed pearls chattering. Fill, we say, when we speak of life […]

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Say Uncle.(Poem)

Say Uncle.(Poem) RYAN, KAY Every day you say, Just one more try. Then another irrecoverable day slips by. You will say ankle, you will say …

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The Gliding Eye: Nabokov’s Marvelous Terror.

The Gliding Eye: Nabokov’s Marvelous Terror. MORRIS, J. Vladimir Nabokov, according to a reliable source present at his bedside, was chronically unable to fall asleep, or to sleep through the night. “I suffocate in uninterrupted, unbearable darkness,” goes an early poem. “The marvelous terror of consciousness rocks my soul in emptiness.” The affliction was often […]

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Raccoon.(Poem)

Raccoon.(Poem) ENGELS, JOHN I saw him a little before dawn in the dense growth of the daylilies and ferns at the far back of the garden against the fence, creeping along the fence, small shadow, stopping, peering about, casting about, cautious for dog or cat smell, and I kept too far away for him to […]

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Trees Beside Water.(poem)

Trees Beside Water.(poem) BAKER, DAVID 1. Stag-headed elders, the book calls them, trash trees. The protrusive is what the eye draws to– not the canopy of leaves but their stripped limbs sticking through. This makes the elders seem stunted beside the pond sycamores. To waken, not having slept, is to find oneself on the other […]

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On I-75, Driving Home from My Father-in-Law’s Funeral.(poem)

On I-75, Driving Home from My Father-in-Law’s Funeral.(poem) WORLEY, JEFF As I ease into the passing lane something black cartwheels toward my windshield. I hope: bundle of wet rags, rain-drenched, windblown bag. But the soft thud I’d heard from the car ahead of me supplies the nexus. It’s a cat, scabrous face suddenly there and […]

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Lost and found.(Randall Jarrell)(Critical Essay)

Lost and found.(Randall Jarrell)(Critical Essay) Voigt, Ellen Bryant SOME OF US WOULD BE a great deal happier about the release of No Other Book (1999), a volume of Randall Jarrell’s essays selected by Brad Leithauser, if it hadn’t occasioned the same old judgments lifted momentarily from their brine. One taste, from the New York Times […]

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Giordano Bruno in Flames.(Poem)

Giordano Bruno in Flames.(Poem) Tobin, Daniel Giordano Bruno in Flames (Burned at the stake, February 17, 1600) A breeze’s aftermath of sizzled flesh licked the strafed cobbles of Campo di Fiori, bore on its serpent’s back winding through brush the last whiff of Bruno, heretical meat. Four centuries have burned, each one a wick, consuming […]

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Chicken. (short story)

Chicken. (short story) Prinzo, D. The Last Cold Front of the season came through in March. As the sun became warmer and the days longer, Gin felt the restlessness that came with spring. It was not the same restlessness she felt in the short, damp days of winter, the kind that brought a sadness as […]