Marion Montgomery

The winter poplars stand” Strange masts with spars Under cold stars. I shall wait a myriad sail of leaves In spring rains and winds. I shall bend in starboards and lees Still riddling the pilgrim signs Toward the always mysterious ends. . . . . Continue Reading »

(Editors’ Note: This essay is adapted from a convocation address presented at Hillsdale College last October.) I begin with a statement you will agree is true, after which you’re on your own: mine is a more interesting circumstance at this moment than it can possibly be for you. What a . . . . Continue Reading »

In Washington, where he was to give the eighteenth Jefferson Lecture in the Humanities on May 3, 1989, Walker Percy also gave an interview to Scott Walter for Crisis . This is almost exactly a year before his death, and both the interview and his lecture, “The Fateful Rift: The San Andreas Fault . . . . Continue Reading »

Slowly: out of that sleep that numbs the knife edge, I come home to a various world, to faces and voices, To a blur of angels at this keep, awaiting. Vague prophecies of life somewhat lasting, A testing of steadying heartbeat, of firm susperation. Such is the welcomed review of my waking, I, who . . . . Continue Reading »

We as academicians are “lovers of wisdom” first and last, and should we not be so, we would be serving under false pretenses as professors of higher education. To love wisdom is not, of course, to be wise, as if our beginning were our end. To love wisdom is to desire and labor toward wisdom . . . . Continue Reading »