Fancy accentuates the waking world. It happened thus: he swam across the stream into whose mirror the ... perfection. Issue 18 page Joseph Brodsky Sunday, March 1, 1970 Poetry Translation Issue 18 Print Share Tweet ...
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weren't in my own neighborhood. I ran. Goodbye, carna tions, goodbye! Rossend and I were supposed to meet ... room struck three I got up and made my escape without, as they say, washing my face and with only what ... my father, looking at me. It was the first time I was going out alone at night in streets that ...
The good-bye shirts Print Pages: Page 6 from Issue 35 there, what it was like at different times ... The good-bye shirts Daily the indispensable is taught to elude us, while we are fur nished according ... needs a good-bye shirt. But which of us (if a man) is without one? The lack of one, to our eyes, would ...
We will give you a fancy car, and a fancy house, and a big, fat expense account, so you can eat in ... fancy restaurants, and you can con vince us that you are like us, the same tastes, when in truth you ... "Too bad," I said. "We are here now and you are stuck with us." And in my ...
and unlock them from their slumber. Last night 1 dreamt my father came into my house. He was big and ... bear-like and wore a suit and tie. He had come, he said, to say goodbye. "Man Going to ...
my mind because it seems to me to typify a quality both of Jarrell's mind and his poetry ... articles on living American poets, written especially for THE TRI-QUARTERILY. THE POETRY OF RANDALL JARRELL ... biographers to interview me, but a few things do stick in my mind. Jarrell, a short, slender man, was wearing ...
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"Goodbye, see you tomorrow!" "Goodbye, sleep well!" I must have gotten in my car ... "Why didn't she...?" My father shrugged. "That's all I'm ... not?" I said, and my voice felt hushed and ragged. I stared at the neon letters above the bar, which ...
there's the conundrum of my lunchtime reading for workers of Kewanee's Bomag Corporation, ... "Stay in school, kid." For them, for their calling me a fancy pants poet mostly in jest, ... door. I read a poem or two about my factory work; I read something by Philip Levine, something by James ...
met are waving goodbye from cabs. I author my loss for the beauty of its afterward, shared hours spent ... alone with these glass flowers: I have outlived my allegory. Send me forget-rne-nots. 234 Issue 94 page ...
make-believe world of fancy ladies. My aunt's pretty dresses... high-heeled shoes... long necklace... ... home. THE FANCY LADY SHARON WALKED QUICKLY, for she was excited. Soon she would be at her ... have these things like fancy ladies. And every time her mother would take Sharon ...
