From this Issue
Poem
Toplight hammered down by shadowless noon,
A palindrome of midnight, retrograde
From last month’s solstice in smoke and flame,
In molten glares from chrome or glass. I feel
Fever from the cars I pass, delirium
Trembling out from the radiators.
The dog-day romance seems to be...
A palindrome of midnight, retrograde
From last month’s solstice in smoke and flame,
In molten glares from chrome or glass. I feel
Fever from the cars I pass, delirium
Trembling out from the radiators.
The dog-day romance seems to be...
Table of Contents
Three Lives
- William Logan
- Isabella Gardner
- David Lehman
- Timothy Steele
Comment
- William Logan
- Jon Silkin
Contents
- Kostes Palamas
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