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Remorseless sun stunts the dew / Glistening towers of tainted glass / ignite and blister in blood-yellow light...

When I say a prayer / for the wicked I despair / and think, of course, of you / and how your late-night rants / make reservoirs of jaundice rise...

I leave my sixteenth year of sighs / and head into my final one / although it seems I’ve just begun / exploring ways to agonize. ...

Dana Gioia once outlined the decline of American Catholic writing in the pages of First Things: Stated simply, the paradox is that, although Roman Catholicism constitutes the largest religious...

Let Us Watch Richard Wilbur:A Biographical Studyby robert bagg and mary bagguniversity of massachusetts, 392 pages, $32.95 Richard Wilbur died peacefully, surrounded by family, on October 14. Though he had...

Becoming a Poet in Anglo-Saxon England
 by emily thornbury
 cambridge, 338 pages, $99 My years of mandatory Latin began when I was eleven. Almost immediately I hated the language...

Here on the sand lies crusty limulus, / the stalwart crab of the marine Old Right. ...

Slow, old python of my Everglades, / he astutely picks where he invades: / data dumps; the depths of lower courts...

All spring she brushed aside my arguments / that it was cheaper and would make more sense...

When bloody flooding killed the human race / And brand-new oceans put man in his place, / Except for those who carried mankind’s seed...

I conjure NBC in black-and-white. / You drop dry ice in water; fog is rising. / You sell us Celsius and Fahrenheit. ...

Loved that first book—it’s got no equal— / but, Johnny, we don’t love your sequel. ...

A strip of violet quivers in the haze— / a near-mirage above the furrowed grays / and blues of Vineyard Sound, an afterthought...

O may the girlfriend of your nightmares stalk / you on the Internet, and “need to talk,” ...

Despite what’s promised when you marry...