William Butler Yeats: A Prayer for My Daughter
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Tom Engelhardt: Living on a Sci-Fi Planet
Who could have imagined that humanity would inherit the kinds of apocalyptic powers previously left to the gods or that, when we finally noticed them, we would prove eerily unable to respond?
Janette Schafer: On the day I testify for Homeland Security
Janette agreed to share these details publicly to help allay the stigma, shame, and secrecy inherent with being a sex abuse survivor.
Rachel Hadas: Shouldering
The students’ questions pound relentlessly.
Dream father, bird of omen, oh tell me –
the lost, the hungry, the abandoned – who
will take care of them?
Deborah DeNicola: The Evening News
It’s another option if you’re ruling out suicide— Ruin rents the land and vermillion limns the fire. Wires scorch down the spines of weight-bearing walls. Rain rusts dull as a … Continue reading
Djelloul Marbrook: The donnée as entry to the temple
A crucial point in the making of some poems, especially long ones, arrives when the poet must decide whether to push through a kind of caesura in the process. That’s the … Continue reading
William Butler Yeats: The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
