The Atlantic (1965)

I recently purchased a copy of The Atlantic magazine (August 1965 issue, Volume 216 (2) for about $20.00 through a website called Between the Covers in Gloucester City, NJ. They did a great job with s/h and boxing up the magazine and also sent a catalogue of various works of Ernest Hemingway and the current market value of each book.

I wanted this particular copy of The Atlantic (which cost only 75 cents back then) because of two love poems written by Hemingway not to mention a story by Robert Manning titled Hemingway in Cuba which I just happened to read in Matthew Brucolli’s book – Conversations with Hemingway – that I mentioned in my previous post. Both poems were written to Mary Welsh Hemingway who was Hemingway’s fourth wife (married in 1946). The two poems were titled “To Mary in London” and “Second Poem to Mary.” The picture below of Ernest and Hemingway was featured in the article and was one photo that I had not seen before.

More on Hemingway…

As I was researching poems by Ernest Hemingway I came across what I think is a good biography on Hemingway at the Poetry Foundation site that can be seen here. This great website has been part of my Blogroll (see lower right) for quite some time). While we are on the topic of poetry – notice the new EH poem on the right (upper) side of the home page.

Also, check out this great site on Hemingway from the University of Delaware, which again has been on my fav EH link list. This is part of the U. Del Library Special Collections and is really quite interesting and filled with copies of some of the original Hemingway work published in various periodicals. It includes some facts about his work that you may have not been aware of.

Hemingway Poem: Captives

Captives

Some came in chains
Unrepentant but tired.
Too tired but to stumble.
Thinking and hating were finished
Thinking and fighting were finished
Retreating and hoping were finished.
Cures thus a long campaign,
Making death easy.

Chicago 1920-21   

Three Stories & Ten Poems (1923)                                                                                                                

Hemingway Poem: Killed Paive

The following poem is about Hemingway’s experience of being wounded (by a mortar shell) during the war.  He was actually the first American wounded on the Italian front, a few weeks before his 19th birthday.

Killed Paive – July 8, 1918            

Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark.
Now in the night you come unsmiling
To lie with me
A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.

 “I go to the front tomorrow, ” the 18-year-old Hemingway wrote home on a postcard from Milan, dated June 9, 1918. Wounded seriously in a mortar explosion one month later, he was treated at the American Red Cross Hospital in Milan. (“P.S. Don’t worry, Pop,” ends one hospital-bed letter home.) These are among the experiences that helped shape his World War I novel, A Farewell to Arms. (source: Penn State archives).