Recently added articles from The Antioch Review:
Mark Strand and Lenny Emmanuel at the Trestle.(Conversation on Poetry)(Interview)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> (10th Avenue at 24th Street, New York City, November 28, 2007)Mark Strand walks into Don Justice's class, and I think of Lord Byron, as Mark is strikingly handsome. He's at least six feet tall, with dark brown hair that tends to be wavy, he has dark brown ...
Pontiff.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> He lowers his blessing mushroom-capped glistening & traces the trinity<Italic>Axilla</Italic> (overturned skullcap) <Italic>Areola</Italic> ...
Mi Ritrovai.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Here I was refound by a dark self; My self was found by a darker self, obscure. I was not one self, but made of wood Within this wood--not single, but multiplied On into darkness. No way to see for rest, For all the trees, for all the terza rima ....
Black Salve.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> The parts are more articulate than the whole, chattier, if abject, their usefulness stupified. They call it learning the iron, this stripping the sheath to what's beneath, the wheels and screws in a gelded heap. Vile hierarchies==humans above ...
Call Me You-Boat.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> My head hit an iron timber and found subconsciousness. Now my story is stories purposely buried, much chum. How once beneath a time, we secreted a languish, texted mess between wireless Palms: I'm nobody who R U? R U nobody 2? How : -( 2B ...
Everything As It Was.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> What led him over there in such cold weather? Not longing or curiosity but maybe fear or perhaps it was the chill in the room though everything appeared as it was as he wrote in an old poem he could not finish " ... Everything is still as it was ...
American Pastoral.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Italic>On the fifth anniversary of our invasion of Iraq</Italic> <Preformatted type="other"> On spring's first day, at loose ends, Amaranth, dangles aswing, sauntered under the euonymus blossoming all at once with Ahna and Farnoosh. They colloquized in ...
Iran and Syria: Loomings (James McNeill Whistler, 1866).(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Nocturne. Nothing outlined. Maybe a mist pearling the lavish night he painted this, maybe a film closing the dying eye. Green light an inkling struggles somewhere to be born. The ...
For the Washing of Hands.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> A couple unfolds a blanket, each corner smoothed in midair, crocus mistaken for grass, stamen and stem fat with what comes next. Careful, the cobblestones are slick. Although we were hungry and wanted to eat, the vowels shivered down his wrists ...
Three Epitaphs.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Gadara bore me; my nurse was the island of Tyre. Don't wonder that I, Meleager, son of Eucrates, Speak with the grace of Menippus. We inhabit one country, the earth, The chaos that produces all men. Since old age is the neighbor of death I cut ...
Birth.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> What little there was of light was homemade, pure artifice on that December afternoon before the war. Guardian of the waning light beginning to relinquish his hold. The woman in twilight sleep in deep labor, the cold room an icy shawl around ...
Moses Sent Me.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> When I stepped away from my house a man opened the taxi door and announced: <Italic>Moses</Italic><Italic>sent me</Italic> . Was he Aaron, the brother? Or Elijah the prophet, standing in my garden, under the dogwood ...
Against Whistling.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> How we walked for an hour hunting for the right wall and how we kicked our feet at last while singing "Summertime," and one of us had a harp and one a black potato and our feet touched the grass which from the bridge above us must have looked ...
February 22.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Reading a Japanese novel during the one day of sunshine following a week of rain, my daughter-in-law going to the post office for the new stamps and on her way home though it was winter and bitter weather was on the way she found a buttercup, ...
Stoop.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> While on a stoop and eating boiled beef and while my hands are dripping with horse radish and while a crescent moon reflects itself in one of the windows on Sixth Avenue near what used to be the great Balduccis across from the woman's prison and ...
A Tribute to Gerald Stern.(Prose on Poetry)(Critical essay)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> Gerald Stern has been like an older brother to me. I love his poetry for its ferocious compassion, its comic obsessiveness and wild flights of fancy, its Whitmanian chutzpah and elegiac tenderness, its deep reverence for life. Many of his poems begin in the ruins, in ...
"Like Working Without Really Doing It": Elizabeth Bishop's Brazil Letters and Poems.(Prose on Poetry)(Critical essay)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> After years of writing poems in hotels, boarding houses, and at friends' farms, Elizabeth Bishop finally had a room of her own. It was January 1953. Bishop had been in Brazil little over a year and was settling into her newly built Samambaia home with her partner, Lota ...
Swim and Burn with Swinburne.(Prose on Poetry)(Algernon Charles Swinburne)(Critical essay)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> More tin ear than tenor, you sing? Nay, neigh not so, say I. There be more <Italic>sings</Italic> in heaven and earth, hear here hoar ratio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy, might a bearded bard have brayed. And there is more music in the spoken, and vice versa, ...
Bright Lyre Becomes Voice: Translating Sappho into Songs.(Prose on Poetry)(Critical essay)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> Most translations are translations into a specific idiom: Elizabethan iambic pentameter, William Carlos Williams's American 3-step line, and so on. Our musical group, Old Songs (Liz Downing, Mark Jickling, and myself), translates out of archaic Greek poetry and into ...
Avian Hymns.(Poetry)(Poem)
Jan 01, 2009; ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"><Bold>1.</Bold> Exotic birds of coppery keen claws: scarlet tanagers and olive-backed kingbirds of summers past: and you, too, red robins of spring that come bob bob bobbin along when ah adulterous couple plots the murder of her husband and ...