January 1, 1964
The Neo-Classical Urn
I rub my head and find a turtle shell, stuck on a pole, each hair electrical with charges, and the juice alive with ferment. Bubbles drive the motor, always purposeful […]
January 1, 1964
Those Before Us
They are all outline, uniformly gray, unregenerate arrowheads sloughed up the path here, or in the corners of the eye, they play their thankless, routed roles. They never were. Wormwood […]
January 1, 1964
The Lesson
No longer to lie reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles, while the high mysterious squirrels rain small green branches on our sleep! All that landscape, one likes to think it died […]
January 1, 1964
Night Sweat
Work-table, litter, books and standing lamp, plain things, my stalled equipment, the old broom— but I am lying in a tidied room, for ten nights now I've felt the creeping […]
January 1, 1964
To John Crowe Ransom
For twenty-one of its twenty-five years, The Kenyon Review appeared under the editorship of John Crowe Ransom. This 100th issue of the magazine is dedicated to Mr. Ransom and […]
January 1, 1964
Dropping South: Brazil
Walking and walking in a mothy robe, one finger pushing through the pocket-hole, I crossed the reading room and met my soul, hunched, spinning downward on the colored globe. The […]