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Stanley Moss

Stanley Moss was born in 1925 in Woodhaven, New York. At age seventeen, he enlisted in the US Navy. He kicked around Trinity College and Yale University, worked as a counterspy for Local 65, sang in a band and played the bass, worked at New Directions, for Botteghe Oscure in Rome, taught in Rome and Barcelona, was poetry editor of Book Week and New American Review, and is an Old Master dealer of mostly Spanish and Italian paintings, many of which he has discovered. Self-taught in art history, he has sold pictures to the world's major museums. He is publisher and editor of Sheep Meadow Press. Moss's poems have appeared in the pages of the New Yorker, the American Poetry Review, the Times Literary Supplement, PN Review, the Guardian, Tikkun, the Yale Review, the New York Review of Books, the New York Times, Reflections, and the Los Angeles Times, to name a few. He lives on a farm in Dutchess Country, New York, with his wife, the forgiving Jane Moss.

Arts & Cultural Critique

That’s That and Not That

By Stanley Moss | April 29, 2019

“Boys and girls, / I believe in mysteries, / what the Greeks called music.” A new poem from Stanley Moss.

31.4 Fall

Elegy for Lillian

By Stanley Moss | October 31, 2016

Sister Poem

My sister was a Unitarian,

she loved life, the God-given gift of the world. She did not need Paradise to make her a Christian,

thought all religions that promised Paradise

offered a business relationship with a jealous God. She made a funny face at the mention of early martyrs

who preferred to be fresh meat for lions

to living in the world, likely as slaves,

rather than praying for show to the Gods

Trajan or Emperor Augustus. Her Lord preferred His followers deny Him

rather than sacrifice their lives,

He wanted the living to live, love strangers,

their neighbors, the Beatitudes. She certainly thought it wise to hide your Judaism

from the public fires of the Inquisition;

she damned the excommunicators of Spinoza,

believed in doing what you could honorably do

to stay out of cattle cars.

2002

Jerusalem: Easter, Passover

By Stanley Moss | July 1, 2002

A poem from our July/August 2002 issue.