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Irving Feldman

Poetry

Spring 1997

Movietime

By Irving Feldman

They can't wait. ("We couldn't wait," they'll say.) And that's not the only thing the lovers can't do. They seem unable to get their clothes off in time, or to […]

Contemporary American Poetry

Summer 1982

In Old San Juan

By Irving Feldman

l've come to visit Doña Trina,to pay respects and receive my blessing.At the kitchen table under the great clockwhere an elegy is always ticking,this is me sitting mute in the […]

Contemporary American Poetry

Summer 1982

A Crone’s Tale

By Irving Feldman

for Françoise Krampf  Tell you of the witch? Well, so I will, child, as well as ever I remember the story. Now the witch was an ordinary girl and not […]

Poetry

Spring 1981

They

By Irving Feldman

Adam alone had been Adam unknown, shadowless under the sun, lost in shadow under the moon, lost in thought that thought all things and found their names, and yet could […]

Poetry

Summer 1979

Ever After

By Irving Feldman

Do I repeat myself? Very well then I repeat myself. The beginning was all a puzzlement: the small mouth in the sand, its dark trickle, pain she wanted to run […]

Book Reviews

Winter 1962

The Shtetl World

By Irving Feldman

The Spinoza Of Market Street by Isaac Bashevis Singer. Farrar, Straus and Cudahy. $3.95. In a time largely given over to drudging realism and factitious symbolism, to the jaunty laconic […]

Poetry

Spring 1961

Arabian Night

By Irving Feldman

(The crow, after many adventures, returns to the Ark on Ararat.) I should know this place, these women talking here Between a dinner and the common goodnight, Know their stories […]

Poetry

Spring 1961

Summer Game

By Irving Feldman

Higher into the half-light, —While the children flow out Of their shadows and the twilight And, soaring and sinking, shout To follow upward what they have sailed Higher and slowly […]

Poetry

Winter 1960

Goya

By Irving Feldman

I. Man The soldiers bear a sack, A white sack without a tear; The soldiers are in black. For the rest, the plain is bare. And what else should be […]

Poetry

Winter 1959

Works and Days

By Irving Feldman

My name is laughter, and I laughedKnowing everything’s absurd. For God in his ironic craft Made all more and less than his word. And the fool world dances on the […]

Book Reviews

Spring 1957

Pierrot Unearthed

By Irving Feldman

Selected Writings Of Jules Laforgue, edited and translated by William Jay Smith. Grove Press. $4.00.  Only lately has Jules Laforgue begun to emerge from the half century’s subterranean existence he […]