Nonfiction
Winter 2013
Diderot’s Opera with Hardly Any Singing: “Rameau’s Nephew”
In memory of a teacher, Ira Owen Wade, and of a student, Michael André Bernstein It is the summer of 1963. I am alone in Paris. Less than a […]
Poetry
Summer 1965
R. P. B. Winter
Chrysostom in his age consults his map. His beating mind convulves and comes half-stopped, Mistaking signs of shaken elegance For fearful loss of mind’s articulation, That splendid, brilliant turning of […]
Poetry
Spring 1964
Heart Failure
The wind and the cold sun Are sickening, dazzling, The summer all gone; The sun is warm Inside only:A gold steady glow On the face While the good chair Gives […]
Poetry
Winter 1962
Pictures in a Bible
Behind the inn a bird-robbed field That never served for root or flower. Then, further back, dark slats of barn. Bare bird winging, crying, peeled, Rare white star above gray […]
Poetry
Winter 1961
Revelation
The foot of death is on the earth at last. Uncomplicated, vast, this motive mass Opens, spreads itself above the hills, Then first, as calm as any fact, hangs fire […]