Younger Poets
Autumn 1941
Three Poems
I. From Venice was that afternoonThough our own land’s canal we viewed.There willows clove the bluish heatBy dropping leaf or two, gold green,And every tuft of hill beyondStood bright, distinct, […]
Poetry
Autumn/ September 1969
J. H.
I think of that grave woman in the dark There by the delicate stream at the pitch of moon Splendor encompassed by the rare serene. Difficult life has battered her […]
Poetry
Winter 1963
Doggerel of a Diehard Who Sleeps in a Nest of Newspapers
Goodbye, old venerable bam Of apple scent, ladders, web-works, Hillsides patched and pied, Mill waters racing, ledged rocks, Striped dawn. Wind in the pulpits of the spring. Goodbye. And all […]
Poetry
Winter 1962
Out of the Cynic’s Chapbook
All affection and all love Come to this when god is done (And they killed the unicorn) That memory is unpunctual and we must Make money first before we can […]
Poetry
Autumn 1957
For a Holy Day in Naples
That festival day by the sea There was such light-bannered gaiety I walked resting in it, it passed me Like figures drawn in a dream. A mountain soft-rising in earth […]
Poetry
Autumn 1957
For the New Come to Elysium
With what fond ignorance we came To all that land that did not know we were Which cared not if we lay upon its downs And took our worship for […]
Poetry
Autumn 1952
Invocation to Old Windylocks
That blue, that dark, dark, green-dark blue, That knolled dome and cone, magnetic sphere Whose rough-edged line's an adamant composed By this long falling of the world's line here Of […]
Poetry
Autumn 1946
False Country of the Zoo
We are large with pity, slow and earnest In the false country of the zoo. For the beasts our hearts turn over and sigh. With the gazelle we long to […]
Poetry
Autumn 1945
The Soldiers, the Birds, and the Monuments
All saunter in the park past ponds and rinks This public, shirt-sleeve holiday. So hatless, and with treats to give away, (Thus beasts pull tricks to nudge naive elders) All […]
The 1944 Short Story Prizes
Autumn 1944
The Snowfall
She was very good looking: anyone would have to admit that. But her good looks had come to her as a surprise for even through high school she had been […]
Book Reviews
Winter 1944
Many Ways of Evil
At Heaven’s Gate by Robert Penn Warren. Harcourt, Brace. $2.50. Ashby Wyndham says: I put out my hand and laid holt on the world one time, but it ain’t nuthin. […]
New Verse by Five Poets
Winter 1944
Discourse
If, perfect, the memory fails; if suddenly we’re less than it And image of the soul’s city is lost and suddenly The curbs we stumbled at and stony dark Have […]
New Verse by Five Poets
Winter 1944
Conjectural Domain
If he is he without the royal perception Is like that question asked by those who gain Sight that will identify nothing: And do I clothe him with the eye […]
Fiction
Spring 1943
Mr. Haszka
All this amounts to the life of a man, these things he tells, his pride in saying them, his honest power. How easy to grow sentimental over Mr. Haszka! But […]
New Verse by Brave Poets
Autumn 1942
Three Poems
1. When the mouse died at nightHe was all overgrown with delight,His whiskers thick as a woodFrom exploring the Polar cupboardAnd his eyes still agapeFrom risky accomplishment.No honor or drum […]