ON'MAKING CHANGE FOR THE WEALTH? These, then, must be the rich: (Are you open any nighfifi?) Buying, buying, buying3.. (no you know, I m the most damning...) walking, talking, talking, (Divine, prsy, utterly divineJ Smirking, never smiling, Dressed in furs that reek perfume Anfi1hats that blare poor... Show moreON'MAKING CHANGE FOR THE WEALTH? These, then, must be the rich: (Are you open any nighfifi?) Buying, buying, buying3.. (no you know, I m the most damning...) walking, talking, talking, (Divine, prsy, utterly divineJ Smirking, never smiling, Dressed in furs that reek perfume Anfi1hats that blare poor'taste. They buy chine clocks (Eb Dresden? But my dear...) And silver coffee spoons- -Florence Hellend ~29- Show less
THE STAR The star pierced the darkness It tore its way through heavy—vaulted clouds Its cold white light sank earthward Clutched by the tree tops, craved by the soil A young mother moaned and smiled A baby cried When the star pierced the darkness And the tree drank the light. --Jean Harrison -2 8-
THE NIGHT The night is strange... It creeps all about, Mysteriously, Friendly. In the country The night is black, And all is quiet And close. In the city The night is alive With the noise And the lights. 0n the sea The night is bright Reflecting on the waves And lighting the swells. But in all... Show moreTHE NIGHT The night is strange... It creeps all about, Mysteriously, Friendly. In the country The night is black, And all is quiet And close. In the city The night is alive With the noise And the lights. 0n the sea The night is bright Reflecting on the waves And lighting the swells. But in all places The night is strange And all-knowing was never telling. -L. David Hanson .27- Show less
WINTER‘WOODS The snow lies deep upon the wooded hill; The tre.s their barren vigil bravely keep. In saiitude they stand. It is so still That “heath her covering nature seems asleep. But don: below a bubbling spring still flows To challenge mighty winter's icy hand. And here and there imprinted in... Show moreWINTER‘WOODS The snow lies deep upon the wooded hill; The tre.s their barren vigil bravely keep. In saiitude they stand. It is so still That “heath her covering nature seems asleep. But don: below a bubbling spring still flows To challenge mighty winter's icy hand. And here and there imprinted in the snows Are tracks of nature's lesser animal band. The silence seems to fill the very earth. How long I've stood and watched I do not know. Time is rendered something of no worth When you afe held in spell by nature so. But time does pass; it must for men. -Keith Anderson .2 6.. Show less
ON THE OTHER HAND Man cannot but in an ivory tower sit, And contemplate the life which round him goes, Rather must he strive and in that striving find Salvation his through true existence wrought. This lesson even Faust took long to learn And great Hegel did never apprehend it. -~Arthur Anderson... Show moreON THE OTHER HAND Man cannot but in an ivory tower sit, And contemplate the life which round him goes, Rather must he strive and in that striving find Salvation his through true existence wrought. This lesson even Faust took long to learn And great Hegel did never apprehend it. -~Arthur Anderson 0-25- Show less
But time here--like time everywhere—dwas fickle and deceptive; find suddenly I heard the chimes of the clock in the tower across the way telling me it was time to go. Where had the night gone? I did not know, but it was gone» And there were so many places still to go-wso many places to say... Show moreBut time here--like time everywhere—dwas fickle and deceptive; find suddenly I heard the chimes of the clock in the tower across the way telling me it was time to go. Where had the night gone? I did not know, but it was gone» And there were so many places still to go-wso many places to say goodabye to. The old church up on the hill, the statue across the way-~on1y a few mfectes more» I stood for a moment, trying iv remember everything as it was that fizgntnaand then turned and walked quickly taaird the waiting car. --Pat Adams -24A- Show less
"negic town”. I remembered how many times I had sat by these pillars and watched this city that was not a city. I could always see the mountains from the pillars, and I saw them then—~their snowy heads etched permanently on the great black easel of night. I always saw the noun- tains from the... Show more"negic town”. I remembered how many times I had sat by these pillars and watched this city that was not a city. I could always see the mountains from the pillars, and I saw them then—~their snowy heads etched permanently on the great black easel of night. I always saw the noun- tains from the pillars, even when the fog and snowv blotted out- the golden dome of the capitol, three blocks up the hill. Believing in something is like thatn-you know it is always there, even through the storm, and after- the fury of despair is passed, you see it again, suddenly trans- formed by the sunshine of hope into some- thing far more beautiful than you knew be» fore. But what is a city at night? What trans- forms something so ugly and heartless by the light of day into a wonderland by night? A few grains of stardust sprinkled in the right places, perhaps? They would scoff at that on Larimer Street-othose men forever- enshackled to a life of whiskey and sin; For they hated the night; it re- minded them too much of their own lives. '"But I was not on Larimer Street; and to me everything was new and exciting and won- derful. Lights everywhereo-lights that lured and lights that led. Lights that showed where a city ended and a no—man’s land begana-lights of a giant transport before it was swallowed up in darkness and mountains. And though I had seen the lights of cities all over.America, I knew that there would never be any like these- for they belonged to my special city, my "magic town"; .24- Show less
G OODBYE I remember that last night-I don't think I could ever forget it. Call it the magic of April if you will, but I knew better. For I had stood on those same steps: before when snowflakes caressed my face-trend yet it was always the same. It alwaye seemed to end before it had even begun, and... Show moreG OODBYE I remember that last night-I don't think I could ever forget it. Call it the magic of April if you will, but I knew better. For I had stood on those same steps: before when snowflakes caressed my face-trend yet it was always the same. It alwaye seemed to end before it had even begun, and the beauty and sweetness of everything always brought with it a strange tinge of pain, because I knew with the new dam it would all be gone for a seeming» eternity. There had been many of those nights, and yet each one was new and different. I remanbe-r standing there and praying for the hours to pass- quickly-c-hut still clinging desperately to each moment as though it would be the last. I remember walking through the park, stopping for a moment to watch the tiny pin points of light in the western sky playing hide and seek between the. pillars. by the fountain. I always wondered at the pillars, never being able. to tell anyone about them be- cause I did not know the right words to use. ’They looked, I always: imagined, as something in Athens had once looked centu- ries ago. But to me they had become more ithan beautifully fashioned pieces of stone-n-they were a symbol of the: whole .25.- Show less
THE FOOLISH MAN A foolish man once heard that a wise man builds his house on a rock. So the fool- ish man worked for nine days t9 move his house from the sand to the rock} But the rock was hard and slippery, .and the foolish man did not know how to lay a new foundation under his old house. And... Show moreTHE FOOLISH MAN A foolish man once heard that a wise man builds his house on a rock. So the fool- ish man worked for nine days t9 move his house from the sand to the rock} But the rock was hard and slippery, .and the foolish man did not know how to lay a new foundation under his old house. And when the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds began to blow and beat upon it, the house slid from the rock and fell into the sand below. And great was the fall of it. .-Gloria Ostrem .22.; Show less
mus A dark hall is a long hall, It’s a deep hall With little roomwcavities Spaced compactly 3:4 ev7nly Like days of the weak or words in a newspaper: The light is switched on and the end of the hall jumps at you Saying, "I'm nearer than you suppose." --Jean Harrison -21-
