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March 15, 1947   At night the factories   struggle awake,   wretched uneasy buildings   veined with pipes   attempt their work.   Trying to breathe   the elongated nostrils   haired with spikes   give off such stenches, too. And I shall sell you sell you sell you of course, my dear, and you’ll sell me.   On certain floors   certain wonders.   Pale dirty light,   some captured iceberg   being prevented from melting.   See the mechanical moons,   sick, being made   to wax and wane   at somebody’s instigation. And I shall sell you sell you sell you of course, my dear, and you’ll sell me.   Lights music of love   work on. The presses   print calendars   I suppose, the moons   make medicine   or confectionary. Our bed   shrinks from the soot   and the hapless odors   hold us close. And I shall sell you sell you sell you of course, my dear, and you’ll sell me. This article is part of The Nation’s 150th Anniversary Special Issue. Download a free PDF of the issue, with articles by James Baldwin, Barbara Ehrenreich, Toni Morrison, Howard Zinn and many more, here. Elizabeth Bishop (1911–1979), the poet laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, published two poems in The Nation between 1945 and 1947, when Randall Jarrell was interim literary editor. She was a longtime friend of the more frequent Nation contributor Marianne Moore, who in a 1946 review in these pages described Bishop as “spectacular in being unspectacular.” 

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Elizabeth Bishop

Night Thoughts

Night Thoughts Night Thoughts

On reverence, rebellion and other alternatives to social suicide.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / JoAnn Wypijewski

1905–1915: Henry James’s Obscurities

1905–1915: Henry James’s Obscurities 1905–1915: Henry James’s Obscurities

To get the story you must pay the price.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / The Nation

The Reporter Who Warned Us Not to Invade Vietnam 10 Years Before the Gulf of Tonkin

The Reporter Who Warned Us Not to Invade Vietnam 10 Years Before the Gulf of Tonkin The Reporter Who Warned Us Not to Invade Vietnam 10 Years Before the Gulf of Tonkin

A farsighted policy might do more to stem the Communist tide than sending a few more plane-loads of napalm.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Bernard Fall and Frances FitzGerald

Is the UK Labor Party Too Moderate to Be in Power?

Is the UK Labor Party Too Moderate to Be in Power? Is the UK Labor Party Too Moderate to Be in Power?

Its leaders speak the language of social concern, yet their strategy is marked by extreme caution, an avoidance of any appearance of radicalism.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Edward Miliband

Now and Forever Now and Forever

April 25, 1994 I’ll settle for Immortality— Not thru the body     Not thru the eyes         Star spangled high mountains             waning moon over Aspen peaks; But thru words, thru the breath         of long sentences loves I have, heart beating         still, inspiration continuous, exhalation of         cadenced affection These immortal survive America,            survive the fall of States         Departure of my body,            mouth dumb dust This verse broadcasts desire,             accomplishment of Desire Now and forever boys can read             girls ream, old men cry Old women sigh             youth still come.           7/19/92, Aspen This article is part of The Nation’s 150th Anniversary Special Issue. Download a free PDF of the issue, with articles by James Baldwin, Barbara Ehrenreich, Toni Morrison, Howard Zinn and many more, here. Allen Ginsberg (1926–1997) published three poems in The Nation in the 1990s. A 1959 letter to the editor he co-wrote is reprinted in this issue.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Allen Ginsberg

And We Love Life And We Love Life

And we love life if we find a way to it. We dance in between martyrs and raise a minaret for violet or palm trees. We love life if we find a way to it. And we steal from the silkworm a thread to build a sky and fence in this departure. We open the garden gate for the jasmine to step out on the streets as a beautiful day. We love life if we find a way to it. And we plant, where we settle, some fast growing plants, and harvest the dead. We play the flute like the color of the faraway, sketch over the dirt corridor a neigh. We write our names one stone at a time, O lightning brighten the night. We love life if we find a way to it… (translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah) This article is part of The Nation’s 150th Anniversary Special Issue. Download a free PDF of the issue, with articles by James Baldwin, Barbara Ehrenreich, Toni Morrison, Howard Zinn and many more, here. Born in a Galilee village later destroyed by the Israeli army, Mahmoud Darwish lived for years in exile in Beirut and Paris before returning to Palestine in 1996. The most widely translated modern Arab poet, Darwish died in 2008. 

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Mahmoud Darwish

When the Constitution Becomes The Last Resort of Scoundrels

When the Constitution Becomes The Last Resort of Scoundrels When the Constitution Becomes The Last Resort of Scoundrels

We know today the Founders were not Fathers to be proud of.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Simeon Strunsky and Richard Kreitner

1945–1955: We Face a Choice Between One World or None

1945–1955: We Face a Choice Between One World or None 1945–1955: We Face a Choice Between One World or None

The atomic bomb represents a revolution in science. It calls for a comparable revolution in our thinking.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / The Nation

Are Women Morally Superior to Men?

Are Women Morally Superior to Men? Are Women Morally Superior to Men?

Woman as sharer and carer, woman as earth mother, woman as guardian of small rituals—these images are as old as time.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Katha Pollitt

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