From this Issue
Poem
From the magazine:The Octopus
The Octopus
There are many monsters that a glassen surface
Restrains. And none more sinister
Than vision asleep in the eye’s tight translucence.
Rarely it seeks now to unloose
Its diamonds. Having divined how drab a prison
The purest mortal tissue is,
Rarely it wakes. Unless, coaxed out...
Restrains. And none more sinister
Than vision asleep in the eye’s tight translucence.
Rarely it seeks now to unloose
Its diamonds. Having divined how drab a prison
The purest mortal tissue is,
Rarely it wakes. Unless, coaxed out...

Table of Contents
Two Poems
- Theodore Roethke
Two Poems
Five Poems
- James Merrill
- Melvin B. Tolson
Reviews
- William Carlos Williams
- Stephen Spender
- Robert W. Flint
- Hugh Kenner
- Thomas Cole
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