From this Issue
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
- Mary N. S. Whiteley
- M. H. Constable
Seven Poems
- Kenneth Slade Alling
- Rolfe Humphries
Four Poems
- Morris Weisenthal
- 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
CONTRIBUTORS
- Darrel Abel
- Kenneth Slade Alling
- John Ciardi
- M. H. Constable
- David Daiches
- Babette Deutsch
- E. S. Forgotson
- Rolfe Humphries
- James Laughlin
- John Frederick Nims
- Jessica Nelson North
- Rainer Maria Rilke
- Ray Smith
- A. J. M. Smith
- Harvey Curtis Webster
- Morris Weisenthal
- Mary N. S. Whiteley




