weekend-readsIn Memory of Mahmoud Darwish

Fady Joudah

The Kenyon Review is pleased to present three poems by Mahmoud Darwish, a remembrance of Darwish by his translator, Fady Joudah, and a poem by Joudah in 2013 on the fifth anniversary of Darwish’s passing. First published in The Kenyon…

A Brief History of Hungarian Food

Vivian Wagner

In the Nagycsarnok, or Central Market, in Pest, vendors sell mounds of plump cherries and apricots, asparagus and lettuce. Stacked jars of pinewood, aster, and milkweed honey. Small plastic bags of yellow Hungarian saffron, bright red cans and jars of…

weekend-readsYet Not Consumed

Mary Szybist

But give me the frost of your name in my mouth, give me spiny fruits and scaly husks — give me breath to say aloud to the breathless clouds your name, to say I am, let me need to say…

Doppelgangers

Anney E. J. Ryan

I’m standing in line for the bathroom at the Silhouette Cocktail Lounge. After about five minutes, the guy standing behind me taps my shoulder. I look him over. He’s stocky, red-faced, shiny as a peeled onion and smiling wider than…

Our Town, His: Paul Newman’s Curtain Call

Rebecca McClanahan

This thoughtful tribute to Paul Newman is part of a larger essay by Rebecca McClanahan, one of the nation’s finest practitioners of the literary essay and a long-time contributer to The Kenyon Review. For many years she has also been…

Zozo-ji

Dana Levin

Buddhist temple, Tokyo             One cry from a lone bird over a misted river is the expression of grief,             in Japanese. Let women do what they need.             And afterward knit a red cap, pray             for their water-child . . . In…

Review of Margot Singer’s The Pale of Settlement

Erika Dreifus

University of Georgia Press, $24.95 (hardcover) I should confess at the outset that some of my enthusiasm for Margot Singer’s Flannery O’Connor-prizewinning collection of linked stories, The Pale of Settlement, stems from a deep sense of connection: I identify with…

Catskill Mountain House (1824-1962)

Paula Bohince

In this rich and privileged        light, in true American light, where hung        chandeliers, diamond dew- drop earrings, stoles        of perfume plundered from the sex        of animals, one antique urge        dovetails into another: how to reconcile earth        with progress; poverty with…

Farewell

Alexei Bayer

“I like Los Angeles or New York City,” said Misha. “Chicago, if worst came to worst.” “Oh, is it so?” reacted Sergei Antonovich swiftly. “You do, don’t you? Well then, listen to what my brother has to say.” Sergei Antonovich…

Beautiful War

Maggie Anderson

March-September 2003 Photographs     painted, cropped, rearranged           into smoke     soldier     tank     desert sky red on red horizon line of dreamed landscape so that it does not look like war— wounded Marines, no blood—                                    no detonations, conflagrations only the white onion tops of minarets, billowing black…

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