In middle school, when no one was home, I would lay facing Binky as he lay flat on his side on the carpet. ‘I love you,’ I would say.” ...

As told to Marcel Sauvage in Le Vésinet, France, 1930   The Netherlands What I like about success, Monsieur Sauvage, is the ...

Many friends came with us and whoever did not come was no longer a friend. This was the evening: Haltingly, it slowed our ...

There is a painting by the Eritrean American artist Ficre Ghebreyesus named Solitary Boat in Red and Blue. It is a painting I find utterly compelling, utterly seductive—perhaps because I love the ...

My earliest memories are of my own interest in perfection. The supreme object of my interest, of my deepest intellectual and sensual love, was a product designed and manufactured with the express aim ...

I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.

“He was born in Afghanistan in 1976, fled war as a child, and arrived in the U.S., in Virginia, when he was ten, I knew from IMDb.” ...

Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...

This week, we’re publishing four short excerpts from The Ultimate Ambition in the Arts of Erudition, a fourteenth-century encyclopedia of … well, everything, or everything known to Arab civilization ...

And wylde for to hold, though I seme tame. W.S. MERWIN: I think this is probably the greatest sonnet Wyatt wrote, and I think it's one of the greatest sonnets in English. I've known it for so many ...