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National Poetry Month
Robert Frost at Midlife
In his poems for The Yale Review, the poet reckoned with mortality, imperfection, and the limits of form
Kamran Javadizadeh
The storm arrived like a hand brushing over the world, wiping it out.
Jen Silverman Antarctica
I’ve always been a sucker for books and movies in which people are main characters in one part and side characters in another, in which people are connected in loose but powerful ways.
Emma Copley Eisenberg Behind the Story
Solvej Balle’s Philosophy of Time
How a novelist transformed a single day into a radical experiment in time
Clare Carlisle
To inhabit an altered, fractured, and mystical space on a sentence level requires a kind of playfulness, and a willingness to acknowledge the unsayable.
Aria Aber Behind the Essay
A. Philip Randolph
Remembering the civil rights leader and my friend of over four decades
Bayard Rustin
