As part of our ongoing celebration of the magazine’s fiftieth year in print, this month’s Dog-Eared Page features poems previously published in The Sun.
— Ed.
When I worked as a manuscript reader for The Sun, I didn’t always agree with founder and editor Sy Safransky about poetry. During editorial meetings in Sy’s cozy, sunlit office, our debates often had to do with poems.
“It’s heartbreakingly beautiful!” I’d argue, making prayer hands for emphasis.
