Robert Dana (1929-2010) was awarded two National Endowment Fellowships (1985 and 1993), the Delmore Schwartz Memorial Award for Poetry (1989) and a Pushcart Prize (1996). His books include Hello, Stranger: Beach Poems (Anhinga Press, 1996) and A Community of Writers: Paul Engle and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop (University of Iowa Press, 1999), a gathering of memoirs of the first twenty-five years of America’s most famous writing program.
Celebration of Robert Lowell
Winter 2000
Writing like a House on Fire: The Evolution of Robert Lowell’s Language
Introduction by Abigail Kennedy Robert Dana was born in Boston in 1929. He was awarded a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in 1985 and 1993, the Delmore Schwartz Memorial […]
Celebration of Robert Lowell
Winter 2000
Panel: Lowell off the Page
Introduction by Royal Rhodes My name is Royal Rhodes; I teach in the religion department here at Kenyon. It’s my happy task this afternoon to chair this panel presentation “Lowell […]
Poetry
Summer/Fall 1999
Summer
Annihilating all that’s made To a green thought in a green shade. —Andrew Marvell, “The Garden” This is the summer of the black rose, the summer of Joseph’s Coat, Boy […]
Poetry
Spring 1998
Dancing
My twelve-tone wind chime, the gift of a friend the year before he divorced, is playing church music. Carillon, post- Easter, dusk music. Not the wild stuff it was crashing […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Some Interior Room
Surely, it's spring now. The waxwings are tipsy in the crab apple trees, drunk on last fall's now fermented fruit. The Unabomber's been caught. And this morning, a few blocks […]
Poetry
Winter 1996
Radiance
Always that forgiving para-noia. The Sisters of Charityof the Incarnate Word, underthreats of violence, taking down their art exhibit on sex and AIDS, the sculptured geni-talia, the angel fucking at […]
Poetry
Winter 1996
Sweat
for Ed, Jane, and Anna A morning drinking coffee. A morning of record heat,sun, and a white sandbar in the bay. A sailboat be- calmed in waters so glassy, so […]
Poetry
Winter 1996
Take It or Leave It
I listen to her talk about her 91-year-oldgreat-aunt up in Fay- ette, who still bakes her own apple pies, the first her 9-year- old son had ever tasted; and of […]