From this Issue
Poem
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's Wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour...
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's Wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour...
Table of Contents
- William Butler Yeats
- Robert Nichols
- Yone Noguchi
- Jun Fujita
Tropical Life
Three Portraits
- Malcolm Cowley
- Godwin Trezevant Carrall
Lyrics
- Willard Wattles
- Louise Driscoll
Council Talks
Comment
- Harriet Monroe
- Eunice Tietjens
Correspondence
- Lew R. Sarett
- Evelyn Scott
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