The Cortland Review


Lucille Clifton
An interview and reading with the Leading Lady of American Poetry, Lucille Clifton. Grace Cavalieri hosts this special audio program.

Gibbons Ruark

With James Wright At The Grave Of Edward Thomas: Gibbons Ruark recounts his version of James Wright's last interview.

A.E. Stallings
Athens, August: A new poem to celebrate National Poetry Month.

John Kinsella
Abandoned Vehicle: Chapter 1 of "The Damning." Change instensified, the undoing exponential. The dazzling opening shot of John Kinsella's new eight part novel.

A.E. Stallings

A.E. StallingsA. (Alicia) E. Stallings was born in 1968.  She grew up in Decatur, GA, and studied classics at the University of Georgia and Oxford University.  Her poetry has appeared in The Best American Poetry series (1994 & 2000) and has received numerous awards, including a Pushcart Prize, the 1997 Eunice Tietjens Prize from Poetry, and the James Dickey Prize from Five Points.  She also serves as an editor for the Atlanta Review.  A finalist for both the Yale Series of Younger Poets & the Walt Whitman Award, her first poetry collection, Archaic Smile, awarded the 1999 Richard Wilbur Award by Dana Gioia, was published by the University of Evansville Press.  She composed the Latin lyrics for the opening music of the Paramount film, The Sum of All Fears, and is currently at work on a verse translation of Lucretius' De Rerum Natura  for a major publisher.  She resides in Athens, Greece with her husband, John Psaropoulos, editor of the Athens News


A.E. Stallings


Athens, August    

Even the days of the week have fled for the islands.
In the broken shadow of ruins, tourists huddle.
The citizens have vanished, melted away
In August's neutron bomb, its blinding silence.
A remnant of the faithful, at the bus stop,
Awaits the coming of the four-nineteen.
The pigeons mill through empty squares, at a loss.
No one heeds the prophesy of cicadas.
In dusty parks beneath the tattered palms,
Bareheaded statues cannot shade their eyes;
Stray dogs lap water from a leaking spigot.
As the sun reaches the height of absurdity,
A tree lets drop a single yellow leaf
To the pavement like a used bus ticket.





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