Suddenly behind the pinch hitter’s back he signaled
the pitcher. Seconds later the catcher fireballed
the potato to the first baseman, tagging
— "Tagging the Stealer" Selected DelantyRead More
Of the tread of the dark wood mold and turfy rye,
Rich smell of horse in his nostril, wind in his eye,
– from In Air, John Crowe Ransom
Edited by Ben Mazer, the first-ever complete edition of the poems of John Crowe Ransom, restoring to the world – in the name not of mercy but of justice – a great many poems that he himself had once (and quite rightly) judged perfectly worthy of publication, poems that, joining now his select poems, will enjoy a renaissance.