Poetry
Spring 2010
A Childhood Memory of Wordsworth’s
From the French. As in the Prelude, when the child sets forth, Unconscious as the light, and spots a boat; And pushes off, between the earth and sky, To […]
Poetry
Spring 2010
Mallarmé’s Tomb
From the French. His sail should be his tomb, since no Breath on this earth could convince The skiff of his voice to say no To the river’s summons […]