April 1, 1996
Lonely
From the Autumn 1951 issue. I used to see her in the door, Lifting up her hand to wave To citizens, or pass the hour With neighboring wives who […]
April 1, 1996
With the Gift of a Feather
From the Autumn 1958 issue. I cannot say that town was strange. It dawned and darkened, I suppose, And, limp to storms and other change, The foliage hardened […]
April 1, 1996
All the Beautiful Are Blameless
From the Autumn 1958 issue. Out of a dark into the dark she leaped Lightly this day. Heavy with prey, the evening skiffs are gone, And drowsy divers lift […]
April 1, 1996
Robert Sitting in My Hands
From the Winter 1953 issue. The time I lifted Robert overhead His age was five long years. His little head Shone gold as any god's whom Ovid would Approve […]
April 1, 1996
Father
From the Autumn 1951 issue. At paradise I placed my foot into the boat and said: Who prayed for me? But only dip of oar In water […]
April 1, 1996
President Harding’s Tomb in Ohio
From the Summer 1961 issue. A hundred slag-piles north of us, At the mercy of the moon and rain, He lies in his ridiculous Tomb, our fellow citizen. […]
April 1, 1996
A Girl Walking into a Shadow
From the Autumn 1958 issue. The mere trees cast no coolness where you go. Your small feet press no darkness into the grass. I know your weight of days, […]
January 1, 1996
A Revaluation: Peter Taylor Commentary
This is what it is like to be young forever!” whispers Miss Louisa Dorset to the appalled and enthralled young people gathered round. She has already danced her half-hour ritual […]
January 1, 1996
Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time
From the Spring 1958 issue. Their house alone would not have made you think there was anything so awfully wrong with Mr. Dorset or his old maid sister. But certain […]
April 1, 1984
John Crowe Ransom: A Gathering of Sentences
[On the occasion of the one-hundred-fiftieth issue of The Kenyon Review we recall its founder. Reflecting on his character and interests has brought to mind the following passages from his […]