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To A MEDIEVAL sauna: So pale thy features, gentle one! Beneath sooth-flowing, halo'd curls, Thine ivory skin transluth glows. Thine eyes so clear in innocence Gaze far beyond yon parapet— Hhat visions sweet do they behold? A gentle mid, a lntists' song“), 01- angels' antha'd throng? Chem-e13,... Show moreTo A MEDIEVAL sauna: So pale thy features, gentle one! Beneath sooth-flowing, halo'd curls, Thine ivory skin transluth glows. Thine eyes so clear in innocence Gaze far beyond yon parapet— Hhat visions sweet do they behold? A gentle mid, a lntists' song“), 01- angels' antha'd throng? Chem-e13, theudostnot seevar, 0r hear proud chargers snort, Or see wild banners waving high, 0:- hear the death-screens chill] Ho, peaceful is tho look—so call:— 1'hy blue-wined fingers gent]: stroke His annou- and his shield, And traee the cold engraved steel, While silently thee waits his grace. Ghlad,thaustandstsofair, sostraight In gentle dignity— Oh, would that with thy ethereal nein, To grwe an arched niche thee'd stand In sane aathedral's gray-lit “all: Forever free hm human me, To dre- avay eternity. Julie Hedbery 12 Show less
FORTE-THREE MINUTES Outside the air is warm and sweet. 1 Novanber afternoon much as the type you read about in books. The sun hangs hasily over the ath- letic field, and its rays bathe the coral and white Chevy so that the car looks better than it really is. The green grass beneath our feet... Show moreFORTE-THREE MINUTES Outside the air is warm and sweet. 1 Novanber afternoon much as the type you read about in books. The sun hangs hasily over the ath- letic field, and its rays bathe the coral and white Chevy so that the car looks better than it really is. The green grass beneath our feet yields softlytothe pressure ofoursteps ssuehm'rytowardthe car. No doubt ve will get back to Minneapolis early today and beat the rush of traffic on the Mendota bridge for a change. The hazy, snake-filled air stings my nostrils as we walk across the street, but it is a sting which I love. The crisp, mellow odor of burning leaves mixed with the sharp crackle of leaves beneath our feet «shalt my spirit. It is onlyfour blocksbacktoour spartansmtand hardly tine enoughforthe carto warm up. Racing upstairs, Itoss my dirty clothes into the tattered red suitcase. Telling at Dave to hurry, I vaultbaek domstairsandthrowthe suitcase into the trunkofthecar. Daveistaldngfomecr. Doem'theknovlsninahm'ry? AsDavegets intothecsr, Igunthenotor, peelrubberavayfranthe curbandhead out on Route 56. Themsicfrantheradiofills thecarasvesettle backforthe sixty-mile journey hale. Our thoughts relax fro: the tensions of the d” as we float softly alcng the endless ribbon of asphalt. Uneven]: spaced stanksof hayspotthe countryside, givingthe brain berrenearthesanseofsymetry andbeatrty. Thesunhidesbe— hindethincloud cover mdplays metically uiththe earthbelou. Quick patterns of light dance across the asphalt, enticing one to case and Join in the frolicking. 13 Show less
It is great to be alive today, especially with only one week of Student Teaching ranaining. It has been fun, but this coming week should prove to be even more fun. There is the Junior Class Play, the Parents Night, and, of course, our write-ups in the school paper. Glancing over at Inve, I notice... Show moreIt is great to be alive today, especially with only one week of Student Teaching ranaining. It has been fun, but this coming week should prove to be even more fun. There is the Junior Class Play, the Parents Night, and, of course, our write-ups in the school paper. Glancing over at Inve, I notice he is settled back for a quick nap— evidentlv his day must have gone according to plan. Well, it is about time. here on the left. . . . A red sign on the right. A highway. . . . An intersection. . . a truck. . . . The brakes squeal like pigs being led to slaughter. For a moment, nothing. Then like a bomb exploding, the earth flashes apart as my cot» sciousness explodes. Endless hlaclmess fills me. . . . A faint cry reaches my senses as a cool rush of wind bathes my face. Staring at the ignition, my eyes are captured by the rhythmic motion of the key chain. Cries of agorw fill the air, as a voice speaks to me fi'an deep within. Life begins to return like the spring, first Just a movement followed by sounds and ending in the ultimate—awareness. ’me hazy slw hangs over me as the cold wind wisps across my twisted form. Steadily the fluid of life flows from me. There is a voice call- ing to me from somewhere outside 11w imediate awareness. Shadow-like forms dart across my field of vision. Twisted, broken metal wraps around me like a blanket. "Oh, stop the moans. . . ." The cries of death echo throughout the car. Stronger and stronger these cries become until 11v senses can stand them no longer. 'God, turn than off. I can stand than no longer. He's had, I know it. . . but please. . . ." 14 Show less
The faint veil of a siren, chattering voices, the rushing find, the moontrol‘led cries of agony, and a cold, lost feeling begins to settle upon me. The flow of life fluid ceases, and numbness fills me. "Where is everyone?- My glasses are gone, but I see the twisted mess of the car. I see the broken... Show moreThe faint veil of a siren, chattering voices, the rushing find, the moontrol‘led cries of agony, and a cold, lost feeling begins to settle upon me. The flow of life fluid ceases, and numbness fills me. "Where is everyone?- My glasses are gone, but I see the twisted mess of the car. I see the broken glass. . . the spilled blood. The blankets sreusrm, and theykeepthe coldvindfran chillingme, forIamso eolcl.‘I The warm interior of the unbalance settles over me. How far away the sirensounds. Hovfersueynsve seems andyet theybotherehecre with me. Dave can't hearme. . . e The blun‘ed form ofeman falls intonw sight. He is quiet, and his hand on my forehead feels so good. I on safe now, safe from the nightmare. Thecsriegone, Daveisdead...Ioenhearhim,buthedoesn't hesrme. IoeJltohim,hrthedoesnotansm... Icrysndno one hears. jmmichael ZEI‘I‘GEIST As nigat draws to a close I feel my soul take wing, Take wing, and leave me Standing barefoot on the Slippery rocks. "m1, GOd,‘ I cry, W foot is slipping And I cannot stand.' . . . but I forgot to take a number. EmonL. Dean 15 Show less
PmssI Iaingthopine theyeatpinethatatanda inthenorth. Your tall bare W hidden by shaggy aun-gatherera standing humus, auditing the bitter cold and heavy man of long winter, your Joint mm nth m. Youatandnouuithquiet Joy inthelongmndaw ofahortaumar, Singing! . . 0, look at the trees ofGod.... Show morePmssI Iaingthopine theyeatpinethatatanda inthenorth. Your tall bare W hidden by shaggy aun-gatherera standing humus, auditing the bitter cold and heavy man of long winter, your Joint mm nth m. Youatandnouuithquiet Joy inthelongmndaw ofahortaumar, Singing! . . 0, look at the trees ofGod. RogerFiaher 16 Show less
PINES II 0, sing great pipes—- shout the glory of your Maker. the great cloudy 8rd: of earth's cathedral rings with Thy green music. 0, sing mistaken: clear the great and mighty chorale to God. Let the whole world resound thy mending song to God! Roger Fisher CITY 3133 (beat walls of glass, of... Show morePINES II 0, sing great pipes—- shout the glory of your Maker. the great cloudy 8rd: of earth's cathedral rings with Thy green music. 0, sing mistaken: clear the great and mighty chorale to God. Let the whole world resound thy mending song to God! Roger Fisher CITY 3133 (beat walls of glass, of pristine hrick Stand shimmering; they glare Upon 8.11 passereby, and stare With frightening eyes. I cry aloud in fear of them— Greet blazing hulke of white— Pocrever in my tarured eight hey mock me, and I die. Julie Hedbery 17 Show less
CREW The hand—packed dirt floor was damp and cold. The feel of it be- neath his bare feet brought him fully wake, and he hurried over to the cherry-red wamth of the pot-bellied stove in the very center of the poorly furnished room. The boy dressed quickly, buttoning his tattered shirt with one... Show moreCREW The hand—packed dirt floor was damp and cold. The feel of it be- neath his bare feet brought him fully wake, and he hurried over to the cherry-red wamth of the pot-bellied stove in the very center of the poorly furnished room. The boy dressed quickly, buttoning his tattered shirt with one hand as he pulled up the multi—patched overalls with his other hand. As he dashed across the yard to the old log hut which served as a kitchen, he hardly noticed the thick fog swirling about his knees. 'lhe snell of the corn cakes frying on the stove made the boy real- ize Just how hungry he was. Pouring himself a large mug of strong, black chicory coffee, he sat down at the table and waited impatiently for the corn cakes. At last they were rean The pungent odor of blackstrap molasses filled the small but as the boy opened the jar and began to inundate the corn cakes, stopping the deluge only after the cakes began to float over one edge of the plate. He ate greedily, pushing a hunk of molassas-soaked corn cake into his mouth and in the same motion, taking a gulp of the staunch coffee. Breakfast over, he went outside to do his chores. First, he fed the chickens, laughing gaily as the birds danced about his feet, swelling and folding, rippling like ocean waves eddying around a protruding rock. The one lone bantam rooster fluttered about, acting like a single small wave trying to be a typhoon. Next, came the woodpile. 'Ihe flashing blade swung tip—down, until the boy had the yard covered with chips and a fairly large stack of stove-length wood piled next to the door of the log hut. men, carrying two large buck- ets, he made his way to the spring in the hollow, just beyond the 18 Show less
chicken coops. Kneeling dam, he brushed aside a few leaves floating on the surface of the water and dipped in his buckets, mtching than fill slowly and start to sink in the clear, pure water. Pulling out the buckets, he stood up and moved slowly toward the house, the two buckets bumping against... Show morechicken coops. Kneeling dam, he brushed aside a few leaves floating on the surface of the water and dipped in his buckets, mtching than fill slowly and start to sink in the clear, pure water. Pulling out the buckets, he stood up and moved slowly toward the house, the two buckets bumping against his legs, their bottans almost dragging on the ground. He set doun the buckets and glanced at the clock on the table. Eight o'clock: Time for school! The boy grabbed his books and darted through the door. E.L.D. MIDNIGIT The moonlignt glitters on the lake, All nature rests in peace; The birds high in the treetops sleep, The reeds sway in the breeze. The clouds up high like sailboats drift, Es stars beam from the sky; The night is mild and tender, 1111s is no time to cry. w heart, be still, 0 sorrow part, Forget the time of woe; It is the world's way to live and laugh, the love and part and go. Norbert w. Makes 19 Show less
noun Hm! Aunt Ennis stood in the center of the hdg, wsm kitchen, her arms deep inside a number three unshtu'b. She was making baking-powder hie- cuits for supper. Aunt Danie made the best biscuits in four parishes, sveniftherevasenalnost steadystretnn orbs-own drippingrranher chin into the dough... Show morenoun Hm! Aunt Ennis stood in the center of the hdg, wsm kitchen, her arms deep inside a number three unshtu'b. She was making baking-powder hie- cuits for supper. Aunt Danie made the best biscuits in four parishes, sveniftherevasenalnost steadystretnn orbs-own drippingrranher chin into the dough she vas mixing. Aunt Ennis chewed tobacco. “Sadie Has,“ she called, 'Sadie Mae, ifen you don't cane and help your 01' new with this her supper, Ah'xn gonna tek-a strop to you.‘ "Consarn that gal,“ Aunt Ennis thought, 'She's gonna be the death 0' me yet.'' Then her wrinkled old mouth twisted into a mile and her tired eyes brightened. She had thirteen children and she load than all. Sadie Mae was her favorite; she was the oldest. Auntnlnnielirtedaflour-coveredhamdtopushbacksonelonggray hairethathaduorkedthanselvesfreefranthe largeblmonthebaokot her head, and moved toward the doorway. She had been married to Uncle George for twenty-five years. They had been hard years. But she wasn't sorry; she would go throng: them again for George. During these years she had grown old, developed a cranky, sarcastic manner of speak- ing, and had no tine for the frivolous things in life; life had been toohard onher. Auntnnnie steppedthrmnghthedooruay and looked about the yard. “Sadie Hes, dad-gun hit, young'un, get in her!‘ Aunt Ennis screened to the world at large. 'Canin', Mau,‘ a voice Mars in the distance answered. !.L.D. Z) Show less
PLEA TO THE HIE! The nigrt is empty and black. It cries and its drops mm down my window And gather on my sill. They mirror the dull light hintly casting shadows In the blank room. The room is still and agonizing. loneliness echoes soleful cries And I sit numbly vatehing The silent water Falling. ... Show morePLEA TO THE HIE! The nigrt is empty and black. It cries and its drops mm down my window And gather on my sill. They mirror the dull light hintly casting shadows In the blank room. The room is still and agonizing. loneliness echoes soleful cries And I sit numbly vatehing The silent water Falling. . . falling. o . falling. on, soft enfolding X11311: Tear Iran ms nu Foolish thoudats. Irene}: me with thy Wine of sleep. Close my searching windows And give me peace. Show less
ms I pass through a maze of opinion. In grotesque shapes the shadows of former ideas follow me, beckoning with familiar fingers. may twine around my intentions like cool, dark seaweed slimy and faintly rotten. When I stop and turn to understand, their hands grasp mine for life, then slip away. I... Show morems I pass through a maze of opinion. In grotesque shapes the shadows of former ideas follow me, beckoning with familiar fingers. may twine around my intentions like cool, dark seaweed slimy and faintly rotten. When I stop and turn to understand, their hands grasp mine for life, then slip away. I realize these shadows are dead, not to be reawakened. I turn away and reach out toward the sunlight of new ideas. Roma Bohm Show less
DEATH HATCH Sentinel, bearer of all. We stand personified in anguish. Out-cries fill the mellow air as depthless flames engulf us, eating am our cover. Heavy hangs our bodies as the wisps of wind catch within our clothing, and bfllov life into the lifeless. Gently swings our fem of all that was... Show moreDEATH HATCH Sentinel, bearer of all. We stand personified in anguish. Out-cries fill the mellow air as depthless flames engulf us, eating am our cover. Heavy hangs our bodies as the wisps of wind catch within our clothing, and bfllov life into the lifeless. Gently swings our fem of all that was normal moments ago but now rots. We're dead by the stream which brings new life to grow in our dust. jon michael Show less
AN APRIL DAY Once upon an April day, The skies were blue and still; The olive trees were gray. He trudged up a skull-shaped hm, Followed by a crowd. Once upon an April day, A tranor shook the earth; The stone was rolled away. Lilies 1n the courtyards blomned, And folks rejoiced in upper rooms.... Show moreAN APRIL DAY Once upon an April day, The skies were blue and still; The olive trees were gray. He trudged up a skull-shaped hm, Followed by a crowd. Once upon an April day, A tranor shook the earth; The stone was rolled away. Lilies 1n the courtyards blomned, And folks rejoiced in upper rooms. Ennon L. Deen WHEN Take that which is yours for I have not the reason, nor shall I perform the task of asking from you. Answer yourself and you shall know the secrets of honesty and will. Be quick and you shall see the depthless haze of the see engulfing all that is vs. 1011 michael 25 Show less
GEEK AND MD 1119 fifth floor of the faded brown apartment building was heavy with the odors of Irish, Italian, and German evening meals. For Johnny Hanan this was hana. He had been born on the fifth floor in the faded building in a cheap bed, the youngest of seven children. There was no doctor,... Show moreGEEK AND MD 1119 fifth floor of the faded brown apartment building was heavy with the odors of Irish, Italian, and German evening meals. For Johnny Hanan this was hana. He had been born on the fifth floor in the faded building in a cheap bed, the youngest of seven children. There was no doctor, only Mrs. Leyla Marie Hayward, who acted as mid-wife and doctor that night. Across the hall from the Roman‘s that same night another child was born, Marlayna Wickmsnn, more fortunate than Johnny, for she was an only child. Like Johnny, Marley-ha was oblivious to the cold harshness of their tarnished world. This was fifteen years ago. Now Johnny Roman was a proud fifteen, too proud to be doing this task his mother had sent him to do. For the previous fifteen years his mother, Martha Roman, had made the monthly journey into the outside world to collect the Welfare check. Now it was her son's turn to go. Johnny approached the modern office building slowly and hesitant- ly. The aluminum easements reflected the sun's golden rays, and the pale green window glass revealed a richness of life, with soft carpets and modern gadgets. It was a new world. It scared Johnny. In all his fifteen years, he had never realized that a different world lay within his reach, nor had he known that the woman who delivered him in that crowded and cold room lived in this world of untamished green and gold. As Johnny entered Mrs. Hayward's office, she rose to her feet. "Gene in, come in, Johnny. You do want me to call you Johnny?" "Yes." Wow! What an office—4nd I have to ask for money, Johnny said to himself. 26 Show less
"Close the door and please be seated." He closed the door and took a chair as far from her as was pos- sible. “You're Martha Roman's boy, aren't you? My, how you have grown since I last visited your mother! How is she?" "Fine, just fine. . .ll Maybe he should tell her the truth, for his mother... Show more"Close the door and please be seated." He closed the door and took a chair as far from her as was pos- sible. “You're Martha Roman's boy, aren't you? My, how you have grown since I last visited your mother! How is she?" "Fine, just fine. . .ll Maybe he should tell her the truth, for his mother was actually sick. Oh, well, she probably knew about every- thing anyway, he thought. "And how is your father?" What a strange and different boy, she thought. The Roman family is unusually aggressive. "The same as ever. Nothin' changes in my part of town. You know that.“ "What I meant was how is his health?“ "All right, I'd guess. Don't see much of the old boy. He don't come home much now that Maw isn't feeling her best and since Hemv got mixed up with the cops." "Hem mixed up with the police? When?" “Last month it was-for stealin' or somethin'. He'd gotten thrown in the can, too, if Mom hadn't been sick and pleaded with the cops to let Hem go. I thought you'd heard about that." ''No, I hadn't, but lately things have been so busy around here, I probably just forgot. See that file cabinet? It's full of names and reports." When she had given him the check, Johnrw left. As he walked away ban the modern office building, his grim world came back with its dilh ty streets, tin cans, and rotten smells. What a vile place it was. From the windows, not pale green, but dirty yellow, hung wet clothes flapping listlessly in the wind. Dirty little faces looked up at him 27 Show less
as he walked down the street of his world. He dared not look back, for to look back would mean seeing once again that wonderful. mrld in which he had no part. Today, he had entered it—he had come face to face with his dream, and it had scared him. Cltrtching the check frcm the Social welfare... Show moreas he walked down the street of his world. He dared not look back, for to look back would mean seeing once again that wonderful. mrld in which he had no part. Today, he had entered it—he had come face to face with his dream, and it had scared him. Cltrtching the check frcm the Social welfare Agency, he ran up two flights of stairs, and walked the remaining three. Martha Roman stood in the doorway waiting for her son. I'What the hell took you so long? Can't buy amthin' worth while now at the store. Give me the check!“ she shouted at him. Johnxw extended his hand as his mother snapped up the piece of yellow paper. "Only seventy this month, the cheap bastards." She stepped back into the two-roan apartnent, closing the door loudly behind her. Johnny stood for a moment staring at the door, the gray and ugly door which separated him from the world of his dreams...a cat cried , a baby cried as the odors of stew, wine, and beer drifted past him. He clung desperately to the van and sweet fragrance of Mrs. Hayward's office. Turning back towards the stairs, Johnny thought of homing the damned place down. The smell, the cat, the baby—all of it. Seen the hallway was filled with the shri‘lls and screams of his world. What a hell of a place to live in and die in. Johnny laughed to himself and walked up the steps leading to his favorite hide-out—the roof of the building. Marlayna was up on the roof waiting for Johnny—her Johnny. It was night, and the stars blazed in all their glory above her. She was waiting for the only love she knew. But no one could really ever have Johnny. His life belonged sanewhere else, in another world and in another time. m Show less
"Johmv, is that you? Please don't play games with me. Johnny!" "Scare you, pet?" "Yes, you did," Marlayna said. "You are always doing that. Why?" "Just to be different. Heck, things are always the same around here. We don't change. Every night we meet up here.” Marlayna stood silent for a moment,... Show more"Johmv, is that you? Please don't play games with me. Johnny!" "Scare you, pet?" "Yes, you did," Marlayna said. "You are always doing that. Why?" "Just to be different. Heck, things are always the same around here. We don't change. Every night we meet up here.” Marlayna stood silent for a moment, staring out into the blackness and emptiness. It was her world and would always be her world even if Johnmr didn't know it or accept it. Johnmr's dream was up there with the stars, and just as far away and unattainable as those very same stars. Johnny put his arm around her waist. "Give you a penrgr for your thoughts." "Johnny, the night is so beautiful. I wish the sun would never come up and we could live forever like this." "I love you, Marlayna," Johnny spoke softly, kissing her lips firmly and passionately. A fire of passion raced through her for a moment. "Don't say that, Johmv, we. . ." Her words were drowned in her throat as he cov- ered her mouth with his and pulled her against him. 'Marlayna, you are all that is beautiful in this world. _ Like a thousand diamonds, the stars play in your hair." "Johnmr, Johnny, you are the very best and I want you until it hurts, but I know I shall never have you.’I "What are you talking about? You are here, and I love you." '’I know, Johnny, but it's better that we love each other in anoth- er time and place than destroy ourselves here and now, when every- thing is so imperfect.u "Imperfect! . . . Marlayna, you're as crazy as that falling star." 29 Show less
