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Poem
From the magazine:The Net
The Net
By Babette Deutsch
Into this net of leaves, green as old glass
That the sun fondles, trembling like images
In water, this live net, swung overhead
From branch to branch, what swam? The spider’s thread
Is less passive, where it appears to float
Like a bright hair clinging...
That the sun fondles, trembling like images
In water, this live net, swung overhead
From branch to branch, what swam? The spider’s thread
Is less passive, where it appears to float
Like a bright hair clinging...

Table of Contents
Ten Poems
Two Poems
- Babette Deutsch
- James Laughlin
Seven Poems
- Rolfe Humphries
Four Poems
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Five Poems
Reviews
- David Daiches
- A. J. M. Smith
- Darrel Abel
- Jessica Nelson North
- John Frederick Nims
- E. S. Forgotson
- Harvey Curtis Webster
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