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Poetry

Summer 1980

Up

By Peter Viereck

Lone oddly-crowned speaker is trudging uphill, bent by an unseen weight. Bare landscape except for a stunted olive tree and an oversize cactus. 1 Uphill: Sometimes I fell; Reached up […]

Poetry

Winter 1979

To My under Water Moon

By Peter Viereck

When fall-rains hone the cheekbones of my planet And fall-mists breathe upon my windowpane, How serene you are, harvest-moon bridesmaid! Till the deeps caterwaul:— Then the rays, the rays, the […]

Poetry

Summer 1955

I Am an Old Town-Square

By Peter Viereck

Come closer, build on me. . . . My land has wrapped her History round me in a sevenfold quilt, Whose layers are towns.            A crass and tinny scepter, Such […]

Poetry

Summer 1954

To My Isis

By Peter Viereck

Death never was my king; I stalled his powers Ten years by dollars and by doctors. Even That time when he outflanked me, iced and shriven, A traffic jam held […]

Poetry

Winter 1952

Sonnet on the Soul of Man

By Peter Viereck

(“Every day, with statistical regularity, somebody is somewhere or other choosing suicide by drowning in sea water.”) Through this mild mist I let your hostile spray Gnash harmless at my […]

Book Reviews

Winter 1948

Stevens Revisited

By Peter Viereck

Harmonium by Wallace Stevens. (New edition.) Knopf. $3.00 Transport to Summer by Wallace Stevens. Knopf. $3.00   Certainly one of the four most powerful catalysts of poetry between the two […]

Poetry

Autumn 1947

From Ancient Fangs

By Peter Viereck

(The time of this poem is in the far future, shortly after peace and love return to earth.) I. Like lamp of intricate stained glass which hangs  From curved blue […]

Poetry

Spring 1947

Now Kindness

By Peter Viereck

1. This was the summer when the tired girls Breathed in the parks another planet’s air And stretched like hyphens between Here and There, Stretched and lounged and yawned on […]