So isn’t it shameful that we, still unknowing, will answer with dynamite? / Monkish distraction: this quick digging the pits beneath the enormous / bearded flank,...
I, too, see God adumbrations, I, too, write / a book on love. Who, here, appears, to touch the skin. / Hundreds of thousands of square miles of lost...
The mowers are at work on the hillside, / cutting brush with string trimmers and chattering saws, / and a haze of dust rises up around/ the crew as they labor...
Two new collections of poetry from Geoffrey G. O'Brien and Spencer Reece both resist the "open-ended and often sloppy free-verse form of much contemporary poetry."
The poet discusses "accidental theologies," Gerard Manley Hopkins, faith in literature, and what it's like no longer being the editor of Poetry magazine.
Did Wallace Stevens convert to Roman Catholicism as he lay dying in the summer of 1955? This question has provoked more controversy than one might expect.
