From this Issue
Poem
From the magazine:from Cutty Sark
from Cutty Sark
I met a man in South Street, tall—
a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain.
His eyes pressed through green glass
—green glasses, or bar lights made them
so—
shine—
GREEN—
eyes—
stepped out—forgot to look at you
or left you several blocks away—
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano...
a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain.
His eyes pressed through green glass
—green glasses, or bar lights made them
so—
shine—
GREEN—
eyes—
stepped out—forgot to look at you
or left you several blocks away—
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano...

Table of Contents
Worldlings
Into Earth
- Horace Gregory
Two Poems
Four New Lyrics
Two Poems
- Hart Crane
Comment
- Harriet Monroe
- Margery Swett Mansfield
Reviews
- Jessica Nelson North
- Julia M. Peterkin
- Harriet Monroe
- Margery Swett Mansfield
Brief Notices
CONTRIBUTORS




