Nonfiction
Summer 1958
The Native Element
Poetry, for Wallace Stevens, was the essence of “a quiet normal life,” “the one reality in this imagined world.” He flirted for years with these paradoxes and quasi-paradoxes: they fill […]
Poetry
Summer 1945
Another Soldier,… From the Aleutians
The man from Kiska, saying the green lightAnd the lost islands trouble him like sleep, Sits in this roomAnd talks to you a little about war.Pressed in the mind, the cold […]
Poetry
Summer 1945
Soldier Sewing on Chevrons
For Sidney Cox Reading the book, and thinking to himselfHow a small iris, yellow like the sun,Invades the coast near Athens, he has learnedA little about peace; but not the […]