The baby has a stuffed rattle shaped like a fox.
It curls around itself, closing its eyes,
while his soft voice
comes from very far away.
Outside the March rain freezes.
It’s not patience you see on my face
but knowledge of a kind of time
in which I myself do not exist.
This Issue
December 18, 2025
Andrew O’Hagan
The Soundtrack of a Generation
Jed S. Rakoff
It’s a Racket!
Annette Gordon-Reed
Jefferson Divided
This Issue
December 18, 2025
Andrew O’Hagan
The Soundtrack of a Generation
Jed S. Rakoff
It’s a Racket!
Annette Gordon-Reed
Jefferson Divided
