From this Issue
Poem
Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn't had time to stick;
back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumn,
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file . . .
the world called, and...
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn't had time to stick;
back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumn,
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file . . .
the world called, and...
Table of Contents
Poetry
- Rita Dove
- David Wagoner
- Pattiann Rogers
- Mary Jo Salter
- John Hollander
- W. S. Merwin
- Nancy Schoenberger
- Eamon Grennan
- Faye George
- George Bilgere
Comment
- John Taylor
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