July 1, 2016 From the Archive Genesis By Geoffrey Hill Photo: Clara Molden. The English poet Geoffrey Hill—a lifelong contributor to The Paris Review—has died at eighty-four. His first poem for the magazine, the aptly named “Genesis,” appeared in our second issue (Summer 1953). In his memory, we’re republishing it today. Read More
June 30, 2016 From the Archive Babyland By Kathleen Ossip Vincent van Gogh, Portrait of Marcelle Roulin, 1888. Kathleen Ossip’s poem “Babyland” appeared in our Summer 2002 issue. Her latest collection is The Do-Over. Read More
June 24, 2016 From the Archive Airship: Photos from Guyana By Lena Herzog and Graham Dorrington Lena Herzog, Blue Ship, 2004. “Airship,” by Lena Herzog and Graham Dorrington, appeared in our Spring 2008 issue. Read More
June 23, 2016 From the Archive The Day Antonioni Came to the Asylum (Rhapsody) By Anne Carson Anne Carson’s poem “The Day Antonioni Came to the Asylum (Rhapsody)” appeared in our Fall 2004 issue. Carson was born sixty-six years ago this week, on June 21. Read More
June 16, 2016 From the Archive Dentist Poem By Daisy Friedman From The True Philosopher and Other Cat Tales, 1919. Daisy Friedman’s “Dentist Poem” appeared in our Winter 1997–98 issue. She is a writer and teacher in New York. i I love candy, anything really chewy and so full of sugar it stings like a Sugar Daddy. No matter how much I twist and pull, the long caramel tongue lasts me the full Sunday matinee at Radio City Music Hall, but just in case, I’ve also stored in my pea coat pocket a quarter pound of Swedish Fish. When the magician is pulling a rabbit out of his hat, I bite the head off one of my yellow fish. Tomorrow I have an appointment with Dr. Shapiro, my dentist. When I get home tonight, I will find my dental floss, which is stored somewhere under the bathroom sink. I’ll pull the white waxed cord all up and down and in between my teeth. I will brush before and after dinner. Dr. Shapiro knows I like candy and if my checkup isn’t good, even if I have cavities, he will still give me a lollipop. The only time Dr. Shapiro didn’t give me a lollipop was the time I bit him. He hurt me so I bit his finger. That was many appointments ago. I hope he’s forgiven me. Read More
June 9, 2016 From the Archive Becoming a Redwood By Dana Gioia Dana Gioia’s poem “Becoming a Redwood” appeared in our Summer 1991 issue. His latest collection is Pity the Beautiful. Read More