Poetry
Summer 1991
The Caryatid Fallen Carrying Her Stone
The figure bears its burden as we bear the impossible in dreams from which we can find no escape. RAINER MARIA RILKE, Rodin The temple’s reduced to one stone. All […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
She Who Was Once the Helmet-Maker’s Beautiful Wife
after the bronze by Rodin When I think, alas! of the good times, what used to be, what it’s become . . . FRANÇOIS VILLON ”The Regrets of the Helmet-Maker’s […]
Poetry
Summer 1995
Voices: Mother and Daughter
her little wild-haired, / poke-mouthed infant hung, / like some shaggy medal—shaped like herself—but new, / clean, soft and shining / on her chest.—MAY SWENSON Except you lived, nothing was […]