A thorough study of Utah’s troubled relations with the Federal Government during the last quarter of the nineteenth century has been long over due. Interest in Utah’s pioneer era has dominated historical scholarship, to the…
Andrew Karl Larson’s Erastus Snow: The Life of a Missionary and Pioneer for the Early Mormon Church is a biography written, as the author candidly points out in his preface, “at the behest of Erastus…
When Samuel W. Taylor began toying with the idea of writing on the Nauvoo period of Mormon history, his editor undoubtedly pointed out that as fiction the subject was strictly a zero. Who would believe…
Dialogue departs from its usual review format in the following exchange of points of view on W. Cleon Skousen’s latest book, The Naked Capitalist
My early school years, until I was in the seventh grade, in fact, were spent in a two-room school. The school was in southern Arkansas, three miles from the nearest town, El Dorado—El Dorader, we…
There was a time
When the measure of the earth
Was lions.
And the earth was full of lions,
Somewhere, deep in the background of the world,
Lost in this traffic of hurrying men,
A forgotten bush burns vaguely.
No one turns aside to see,
No, Father, I never got over
that first rush of anger
like wings folding round me
as I discovered the world
A north town, north in mountains
the beavering trappers cached—
one—two-hundred years ago—
the religion house, in a good sky,
the two-hat temple brimmed
in roofy granite, and blacksmith tin.
(Monday, Aug. 4, 1969.)
The trees are still in mist this August morning:
chestnut and beech first scorched by sense of Autumn,
and the rest just dull vert between vague seasons.
The swirl of Ceres disciplined to stubble
reduces the whole seasonal cycle’s plumed