Magazine September 7, 2015, Issue

Poetry

ORPHAN

What was I looking for in that room

Crowded with old books, shelves so full,

It seemed they could not hold another title,

Except where in places a weary volume

Leaned upon its neighbor’s crooked spine?

Some dimly remembered novel or poem

I once read and loved, or dreamed of?

Either a real book or the book of dreams

A friend once advised me to record:

Write upon waking, the dreams will come

If you wait and listen, word for word.

And night and day must be reconciled

Like mother and father, parent and child,

Brother and sister, lovers who have quarreled.

Although I never did as I was told,

I have met the morning …

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Found Wanting

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Cruising Speed

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Is Puerto Rico Back from the Brink? Writing in the Week (July 20), National Review’s editors incorrectly characterize Puerto Rico governor Alejandro Garcia Padilla. Their unfair portrayal of his efforts to ...
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The Week

‐ Hillary has been wearing orange pantsuits. Someone’s been planning ahead. ‐ In a speech at American University defending his Iran deal, President Obama accused its Republican opponents of making “common ...
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Poetry

ORPHAN What was I looking for in that room Crowded with old books, shelves so full, It seemed they could not hold another title, Except where in places a weary volume Leaned upon its neighbor’s ...

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