CYCLE Rain falls Night falls Bird calls A barren song Tb the slim:slip of a virgin moon Moving untouched through cloud- stained space Tw1sted, sighing, Softly dying Down, down through sere leaves Song falls Rain falls- -Jean Harrison ~40~
NIGHT‘PASSAGE So dark and lonely night does wander o'er its course to greet the morn. Its pallid lips with dawn are kissed And passes, then, my sight. 0 how I wish that I could follow Into climes I've never seen. There to gaze on glorious wonders- Strange, perplexing; awe-inspiring. These sights,... Show moreNIGHT‘PASSAGE So dark and lonely night does wander o'er its course to greet the morn. Its pallid lips with dawn are kissed And passes, then, my sight. 0 how I wish that I could follow Into climes I've never seen. There to gaze on glorious wonders- Strange, perplexing; awe-inspiring. These sights, what would they be? What answers, questions would they bare? Ah met The night departs too soon- And I must, earthbound, stay. -LeRoy Conyers .39- Show less
TREE IN WINTER Gaunt, leafless now, It stands alone, Black against the sky, Naked to the winds that whip it, stripped of hope, Like passers-by. --Maxine Berntsen -58-
WINTER‘WIND Down from the north the winter wind does blow. Comes now the Boreal messenger at last Tb condescend with hail and ice and snow; To chill all life belOW'With his cold blast. Hark now he murmurs through the barren trees, Their limbs outstretched as if to seek a boon; As if to plead that... Show moreWINTER‘WIND Down from the north the winter wind does blow. Comes now the Boreal messenger at last Tb condescend with hail and ice and snow; To chill all life belOW'With his cold blast. Hark now he murmurs through the barren trees, Their limbs outstretched as if to seek a boon; As if to plead that would its moster ease The Wind’s assault and send the summeT soon. But nature's course is set and so vast run. By'laW'the reign of winter must be 30° The darkness gains upon the waning sun And earth does sleep beneath hsr blanket, snow. But every season has its season, and The winter's rule does for its season stand. -Keith Anderson -36- Show less
ALONE I must draw this liney' This circle. It must be transparent That I can see out And you, see in. But it must be there, The line, Strong and cold, Announcing I am alone As you are alone. I can march around on the inside And you, on the outside. you look in and interpret. I look out and... Show moreALONE I must draw this liney' This circle. It must be transparent That I can see out And you, see in. But it must be there, The line, Strong and cold, Announcing I am alone As you are alone. I can march around on the inside And you, on the outside. you look in and interpret. I look out and explain But we are-alone. -Florenoe Helland .350- Show less
THOUGHTS WHILE LOOKING OUT TO SEA The rise and fall of sea waves at dawn helps me feel eternity; A new day with soft sun and the splashing solitude-sound makes me feel clean and new, ready to live in a sundwashed day. The fresh wind scat- ters night-fears. Ideas circle and wheel with the strong... Show moreTHOUGHTS WHILE LOOKING OUT TO SEA The rise and fall of sea waves at dawn helps me feel eternity; A new day with soft sun and the splashing solitude-sound makes me feel clean and new, ready to live in a sundwashed day. The fresh wind scat- ters night-fears. Ideas circle and wheel with the strong grey sea birds. I try to catch and hold one in my hand. I would smooth its strong grey feathers and perhaps pluck one. I would take it to my home, this souvenir of eternity, and tuck it into a drawert When I am far from the sea I would look at, touch it. My night would rush out to see like the back wash. A sea bird screams and wheele and lights near me and the fishing boats come in from the quiet waters, their sides bursting with smooth-polished see things and the strong birds know. They know because they dive into the quiet'water too. They know what silver things swim in cold water. The strong grey bird waits and I waitt The grey bird flies, circles the boat with the silver see things from quiet waters. I feel the wind on my face, the sun on my back, and touch a strong grey feather for- gotten on the sand. -—Jean Harrison .34- Show less
IGNéRANCE AND KNOWLEDGE Ignorance disguised himself in the covers of an old book. "How learned, how Wise," the people exclaimed. Knowledge escaped the bindings of a book, sleeping in the wastebasket of indecision, feeding on the inkstain of thought. —-Beryl Johnson -33-
TO LOVE ENOUGH To love enough, yet not to love too much, mo love with all your self and still be free, To love when only hatred is returned you, And yet not blind to human failings be, To love with self unconscious of its moving I$ loving that wilfl last eternally. uéMaxine Berntsen ~3$~
THE WIND I went outside last night. I listened to the wind. I felt a spvay of fine snow That'thz mind gfzxod up And whigyra lurObS my cheek. I watched it make trees sway and bend, Big troc:_ with a million naked twigs. And through the twigs I saw it chase A milk? mist across the heavens. And... Show moreTHE WIND I went outside last night. I listened to the wind. I felt a spvay of fine snow That'thz mind gfzxod up And whigyra lurObS my cheek. I watched it make trees sway and bend, Big troc:_ with a million naked twigs. And through the twigs I saw it chase A milk? mist across the heavens. And through the mist I saw The round? white moon-- High, very higho The wind was strong. The night was big. I felt small when I went insides I had listened to the wind. -Gloria Ostrem .531. Show less
