The cowboys bowed their heads—some wept—as the announcer beseeched God to keep them safe. John Crimber, the nineteen-year-old ...

Edward Gorey (1925–2000) was born in Chicago. He studied briefly at the Art Institute of Chicago, spent three years in the ...

begets cruelty, and, before long, one would have to chop off one's own hand to end the source of self-torture. Yet, we ...

mop in Slam sweeping across the floor.

And wylde for to hold, though I seme tame. W.S. MERWIN: I think this is probably the greatest sonnet Wyatt wrote, and I think it's one of the greatest sonnets in English. I've known it for so many ...

I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.

a walk with Thomas Mann . . . .

the castigations and the bountiful.

turned impotent, and had to be divorced. The nineteenth century, for all its love ...

Did for themselves in folly and misfortune.

And take upon's the mystery of things. As if we were God's spies . . .