Small Press: The Magazine of Independent Publishing; V. 3, N. 1; September/October 1985
R. R. Bowker, , 1985, Wraps, , , Good
122 pp. Wraps soiled and bumped. ''Our Second Anniversary Issue.'' Contents: Features: Books from small presses; Over there: Americans are still busy publishing in Paris by David Applefield; Confessions of a Frankfurt first-timer by Janja Stanich; In Toronto: The Canadian Booksellers Association Convention by Beverly Slopen; Land of Small Presses by Shane Cleary (In Ireland that's the only kind of publishing there is); In Stockhom: The Swedish Book Fair by Nadia Steinzor; Doing Business with mainland China: China books and periodicals by Marianne Yen; Cross-cultural communications by Joseph Barbato (dedicated to bringing out notable works in neglected languages); Funding a Latin American poetry project: A saga with two surprises by Frank Graziano; 'Reckless and Doomed': Johnathan Williams and Jargon by Michael McFew; plus the regular departments and reviews. Cover: Fritz Eichenberg, wood engraving based on E. A. Poe story.
“Like As the Lark”
Quale allodetta che in aere si spazia Prima cantando, e poi tace, contenta, Dell’ ultima dolcezza che la sazia. DANTE: Paradiso, XX. LIKE as the lark that, soaring higher and higher, Singeth awhile, then stops as ’t were content With his last sweetness, having filled desire, So paused our bard; not for his force was spent, Nor that a string was loosened in his lyre, But, having said his best and done his best, He could not better what was given before, And threescore years and ten, demanding rest, Whispered, They want thee on the other shore! And now he walks amid the learned throng, Haply with him who was the sixth of those Who towered above the multitude in song, Or by the side of Geoffrey Chaucer goes, Who shall remember with his wonted smile How James found music in his antique style. But we ’ll not mingle fancies with our sorrow Nor from his own imagination borrow; Holmes, who is left us, best could speak his praise Who knew his heart so well and loved his lays, And whom Heaven crowns with greater length of days.Thomas William Parsons [1819-1892]