Issue 150, Spring 1999
After forty-five years, as W.S. Merwin says, "the sentence continues." Here are a sheaf of poems from some of the original contributors to The Paris Review, which may serve--though many more of the original contributors are still writing poems--to inscribe upon the tablets of memory a certain continuity, a certain faith. Fitzgerald used to say there were no second acts in American lives; how heartening it is, though, to realize that as with this magazine so with the poets--there are subsequences "following after like a dream."