September 1934

Poem

From the magazine:
The Guilty Man

Poem

From the magazine:
On Inhabiting an Orange

All our roads go nowhere.
Maps are curled
To keep the pavement definitely
On the world.

All our footsteps, set to make
Metric advance,
Lapse into arcs in deference
To circumstance.

All our journeys nearing Space
Skirt it with care,
Shying at the distances
Present in air.

Blithely travel-stained and worn,
Erect and...

September 1934

From this Issue

From the magazine:
The Guilty Man

From the magazine:
On Inhabiting an Orange

From the magazine:
Lullaby for a Failure

Table of Contents

September 1934

From this Issue

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:The Guilty Man

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:On Inhabiting an Orange

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Lullaby for a Failure

Table of Contents

From the magazine:
The Guilty Man

From the magazine:
On Inhabiting an Orange

From the magazine:
Lullaby for a Failure