Poetry
Summer 1953
A Voice in the Void
iA voice called, and I heard And hearing, I replied: It was no wandering bird But a human voice that cried; A lost voice in the night—And do lost voices […]
Nonfiction
Winter 1945
The Aestheticism of W. B. Yeats
No question is of greater moment for the understanding of modern poetry than that of the relationship of art to life. The various schools and movements of the last hundred […]