Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
Safety
From the Autumn 1958 issue. Lightly in winter dusk, immured from snow Between two hills where no men dare for long, The calm owl wooed his cold beloved […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
Lonely
From the Autumn 1951 issue. I used to see her in the door, Lifting up her hand to wave To citizens, or pass the hour With neighboring wives who […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
With the Gift of a Feather
From the Autumn 1958 issue. I cannot say that town was strange. It dawned and darkened, I suppose, And, limp to storms and other change, The foliage hardened […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
All the Beautiful Are Blameless
From the Autumn 1958 issue. Out of a dark into the dark she leaped Lightly this day. Heavy with prey, the evening skiffs are gone, And drowsy divers lift […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
Robert Sitting in My Hands
From the Winter 1953 issue. The time I lifted Robert overhead His age was five long years. His little head Shone gold as any god's whom Ovid would Approve […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
Father
From the Autumn 1951 issue. At paradise I placed my foot into the boat and said: Who prayed for me? But only dip of oar In water […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
President Harding’s Tomb in Ohio
From the Summer 1961 issue. A hundred slag-piles north of us, At the mercy of the moon and rain, He lies in his ridiculous Tomb, our fellow citizen. […]
Kenyon Review Classics
Spring 1996
A Girl Walking into a Shadow
From the Autumn 1958 issue. The mere trees cast no coolness where you go. Your small feet press no darkness into the grass. I know your weight of days, […]
Poetry
Summer 1961
President Harding’s Tomb in Ohio
A hundred slag-piles north of us, At the mercy of the moon and rain, He lies in his ridiculous Tomb, our fellow citizen. No, I have never seen that place […]
Poetry
Autumn 1958
Safety
Lightly in winter dusk, immured from snow Between two hills where no men dare for long, The calm owl wooed his cold beloved home. Alone I listened to his listening, […]
Poetry
Autumn 1958
All the Beautiful Are Blameless
Out of a dark into the dark she leaped Lightly this day. Heavy with prey, the evening skiffs are gone, And drowsy divers lift their helmets off, Dry on the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1958
A Girl Walking into a Shadow
The mere trees cast no coolness where you go. Your small feet press no darkness into the grass. I know your weight of days, and mourn I know. All hues […]
Book Reviews
Autumn 1958
The Stiff Smile of Mr. Warren
Promises By Robert Penn Warren. Random House. $3.00. Although it is possible, generally speaking, to discover certain con- sistently developing themes in Mr. Warren’s work—prose and verse alike—it is nevertheless […]
Poetry
Autumn 1958
With the Gift of a Feather
I cannot say that town was strange. It dawned and darkened, I suppose, And, limp to storms and other change, The foliage hardened down to moss. Illiterate women stood in […]
Poetry
Winter 1953
Robert Sitting in My Hands
The time I lifted Robert overhead His age was five long years. His little head Shone gold as any god's whom Ovid would Approve as lovelier than bone and blood, […]
Poetry
Autumn 1951
Father
At paradise I placed my foot into the boat and said: Who prayed for me? But only dip of oar In water similar to fog on a cold shore Sounded; […]
Poetry
Autumn 1951
Lonely
I used to see her in the door, Lifting up her hand to wave To citizens, or pass the hour With neighboring wives who did not have Anything more than […]