I don’t remember when poetry came into my life…
100th Volume Retrospective: Happy Autumn Fields by John Ashbery
John Ashbery won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and many other prizes. This poem was published by the Review over twenty years after he…
100th Volume Retrospective: from “Dakar Doldrums” by Allen Ginsberg
At Columbia University, Ginsberg, Kerouac, and other beat poets got to know each other. Many of them were published in the Review. from “Dakar Doldrums”…
100th Volume Retrospective: Choruses by John Hollander
John Hollander was an eminent poet, scholar, and critic. He has written numerous poetry collections, the first of which won the Yale Series of Younger Poets…
100th Volume Retrospective: Atonement by Mary Morris
As a countdown to the release of the first issue of our 100th volume on December 14th, we will be posting pieces every day from previous issues…
Endnotes on Pale Fire
Azure adj. blue, bright, cloudless; (of love) cloudless: The false azure of cloudless love. And when a noun – heaven, palate, the roof of one’s…
Water Lilies after Monet
And light— my paint liquid light— the pale flush of rose lustrous daffodil yellow lilac blue and soft electric silver warm blaze colored oil glowing…
Eating Bread is Wooden Ships Crashing on the Shore
There is a dial tone in the mirror. In a single room, blue invents a forest, and when the light arrives, it arrives like milk,…
Exeter Book Riddle #47: The Book-Moth
Original Old English: Moððe word fræt. Me þæt þuhte wrætlicu wyrd, þa ic þæt wundor gefrægn, þæt se wyrm forswealg wera gied sumes, þeof in…
Thinking of a Friend at Night
Early in this evil year comes autumn. I walk in the fields at night, the cold wind at my hat, the rain rattles…And you? And…