THE POEM IN WHICH I ACCOUNT FOR WASTED TIME
“I once was a boy
whose best invention was walking
and admiring hydrants at the same time.”
What certain voice
“It’s hard to see the exact length
Of childhood, or any other life
Shaped in this handmade world.”
“Practice for what?
The rare and painful
Moment of performance, the rain that could
Become a flood, and carry us happy
And hapless, away”
Recalled in a Different Light: 50 Years of Roanoke Review celebrates the many people who have brought our literary journal to life for the past five decades: the writers, editors, readers, and supporters.
Frederick C. Wilbur - Fall 1968 (then and now)
"In the Distance" - Julie Hamilton, oil on canvas, 36" x 48"