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Francisco Cantú
A Legacy of Plunder
In its reexamination of entrenched narratives about the expropriation of Native land, Michael Witgen’s work is changing how Native people are situated in the arc of North American history.
David Toop
All That Floats and Drifts
André 3000’s flute album mines an overlooked tradition of Black ambient and exotica music.
Tim Flannery
No Place Like Home
In the naturalist Jonathan Kingdon’s latest book, Origin Africa, the boundaries between humans and animals soften, then simply disappear.
Mark Lilla
The Tower and the Sewer
“What ultimate goal do those on the radical right share? That’s harder to discern, since when addressing the present they almost always speak in the past tense.”
Free from the Archives
William Butler Yeats was born 159 years ago today. In our August 10, 1995, issue, the Review printed two of his unpublished poems—one dating to the “early to middle 1880s, when Yeats, still in his late teens, was unknown” and the other from 1894—that had been discovered among the poet’s papers donated by his son, Michael Yeats, to the National Library of Ireland.
W. B. Yeats
Two Unpublished Poems
The Magpie
…They stood for the swish of the
mower’s blade
As they went round the meadow,
And under him as he sang and swayed
Moved his meridian shadow….
I Will Not in Grey Hours
…The little thread weak hope had made
To bind two lonely hearts in one
But loves of light must fade and fade
Till all the dooms of men are spun….
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