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van der Bogert
Staff: 20: Simon, D. Foley
Benefactor: R. Kramer

Sight* sound, my pilgrim's eyes,
be gentle now, Record
the flight of sun upon the wall,
the quiet clock* Jerusalem
of stillness. Forget, voyager,
dangers of sea, plagues, wind,
rain hurting the
masts, cries in air. 0 traveller,
what Journey's end have you come to?
Sight, sound, the rabbi said,
,\ ,
remind me too much* Let
there be darkness on my walls,
and let me cease waiting, waiting
storm's end* Let me end violence,
voyaging, white sea,
rainfall on roofs.
Let the dark climb my walls, let me not hear it;
Jerusalem, the rabbi said, of death.
Sight, sound, 1 am young, they
hurt me mueho I cannot
stay alone, the world's
around me. Love, the twicewhite sunlight, hurts my eyes.
Yet not? be gentle«, Night,
hear silence only,
after sun, rain, world's currents. Pilgrim,
pilgrim, you cannot rest here tonight.
-John Simon
Gentle Rabelais, Have Faith

SWAKTHU0BEA1M

Dear Rabelais, slncerest man I know:
The laity adores you; the popes do love you so.
Forgiving and endearing as beloved Christ himself..
Your books will stand, forever, on every cardinal s
shelf**0 sweetest Rabelais, whose heart and mind
Express the -joy of all mankind:
Your words reveal, through sentimental tone,
A graclousness which none bemoan0
To sketch a man as saintly as Panurge
Deserves applause; for sure you will emerge.
Just welt awhile and all will know your wisdom and
your faith;
A Iamb of od will soon arrive—this the bible saith,

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>Steve Sles

Conversation of a late hypochondriac
Alwaysp what is, is t-forst;
Yet pain is so uncivilized
As age is relative to distance from death
I shall sit here and curse
The stripling universe
for forgetting to bring ray gruel on time.

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But as Uncle Lewis sagely noted
{My grandfather always said
"You can tell the character of a library at once,
By whether Alice in Wonderland Is filed
Under 'C 8 or 'Ds")
An ailing watch won't be helped by butter.
Not even the best butterc
A most depressing moralist.
You are so impatient. Let me speak.
Admittedly the drama one had hoped for
Is missing; in fact
Death is merely practical. Practical measures
Are so much more so when Inevitable
Don't you think.
None of my roles seem to please you today.
Only a direct plea will satisfy you, no doubt -And frankly, I should far rather scream than take tea.
Still, you can hardly deny me the pleasure i\Of refusing yoti that.
You will come back again?
I shall not detain you thenc
- Anonymous
Critical Observation
Some say the world will end in Fire,
Some say in Ice we shall be lost;
But of one thing we may be sure;
It will continue after Frost.
-John Oliver

(After nonsense poem from Bardlan:)
A poet of conscience
Cannot write nonscience
•Steve Sles

My words have found into one another tumbling 1
am expectant joy's anew discovered nor could my
sweet love and together we'll
never another only the sweet sun
and over our laughing limbs again
neither day nor night and day
no end begins here steeples glance
cocks ory the sunlight's lancets
pierce our eyes together day
no end
sun's sweet
and again is no time.
-Frans van der Bogert
Three Views of Unreality
Sheets of frosted glass could not have silvered vision
more than the rain
(torrents of summer)
drenched green shrubs rich with fresh smell.
No light saw through summer's wall,
no sight
for wash of tiny leaves and heavy flowers
pouring petals to the street»
Even your house hidden;
delicious streams of rainfall
silvered vision,
showered grass around the street's oasis,
echoes of the heart's distant thunder.
II.
Enclosed in mirrors, you reflect;
eyes cannot see beyond ralnsilvered glass
nor wish to; glass houses hold warm comfort,
light of wax candles,
yourself, a candle. Strange,
you oast no shadow.
Enclosed in mirrors, your reflection,
red wine, red canvas catch the candle light
and toss it back like conversation
quietly, sound
muted to a patter
by storms that do not touch this room.

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III.
Storms, insistent,
deaf to all silence -I have barred them from this house.
Twice the scent of leaves made me leave
the images I keep for company;
I gave my treasured comfort to match tempers with quicksilver.
No, candles drown In storms. I shall
deny, them entrance
though rain thunders
brighter than all flames tallow-born.
-Jackie Lapldus