Poetry
Spring 1988
Y’iebo
“Y’iebo!”—said everywhere, but spelt . . . ? meaning “I see you!” Called out in birdlike voices by the girls washing in rockpools for the Reed Dance. I see you, […]
Poetry
Spring 1988
Nsangweni Cave Paintings
In the panic hour we turn and run from the healing eland. Blood flows from our nostrils. The trance takes hold but the imagined wings do notbear us up. We […]
Book Reviews
Autumn/ September 1967
Shorter Reviews: Blasting and Bombardiering: An Autobiography (1914-1926)
Blasting And Bombardiering: An Autobiography (1914-1926) by Wyndham Lewis. Revised by Anne Wyndham Lewis. University of California Press, $7.50. With a title like this it seems rather too obvious to […]
Poetry
Autumn 1965
Piero Di Cosimo
“The nations have come to the birth but there was no strength to bring forth.” Your eggs are addled, that brown hen With orange in her comb, your broody […]
Poetry
Spring 1964
For Wise Men . . .
For wise men learning is the last illusion. He sits and smiles among the morning trees, A garden god openly worshipped by the nurses Who tuck his rug about his […]
Poetry
Spring 1964
Sir John by Starlight
Sir John by starlight sleeps deserted Upon a table at an inn in England: Within this belly now the stuff of battles Slips from the white pikes and the rival […]