May 20, 1969
The N.C. Essay
Page 6
WALKING MAY 2nD
hy Kathleen FitzgevaZd
dizzy-down-drearns
drop and dance
prancing too quickly
for day's slow mind to remember
-bits and pieces of the flight past
Andromeda
caught in the
wrinkles and creases of awakening.
our spirits stagger into the nights ether
to breathe
(just as near-drowning men at last vreak surface)
and share our secret faces.
Oh Christ!
then clocks quiver somehwere
on the Earth
perambulating round her Sun
and we are torn from the stars
to totter and reel
(real)
back into our bodies
with only half-murmured memories
of a waiting eternity
to help us bean
another
spastic transient day.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
DANCE
hy Lynne Hedricks
movement speaks without a sound
the essence of a human thought
the purity which grows and moves
eternal movement always wrought
pain and pleasure constants are
and each restores the other
inseparable within one form
transcending every other
one moving all eternal all
from which my form extends
portraying human conscious mind
a bit of light which lends
Robed in lengths of linen
white-shrouded in summer
—a crystal of sorrow
Hardened in the ice of our eyes
Carved in spheres of never
circled in crimson
Branded by fire
We of the fallen planets
Dragging the inverted cross
A sword for peace?
The peace we guarded
in the blue-black of midnight
Lyre-Lythe
Drenching tonques of youth
Snaked swiftly unseen away
—yesterday will be, again, too late.
CRUSADER BLUES
When temples of religion
change their places with the homes
of dirty stawing babies of the poor
When children are the only ones
who need seek paths of truth
and love is not a stolen sinful bed
When pain can be a lesson
and not a razor wall
making my heart and pride an eyeballs bleed
When knowledge is co-incidence
and faith as strong as accidents
And sown all
and all owns me
Then will I have peace,
my soul?
then will I have peace?
hy Tom Cavano
■H-h-H--H--H~H-i-h++i~h++++-h+h+-hH-+++-h+++-t-i-t + H-hi-++
Salty sting of veality
Sun hleaahed brow
Billow vize in a mighty sea
What horizon hath destiny.
Silenae freezes the mind
Dullness tiptoes a shadow behind
Loneliness weaoes a spider’s design
Happiness grows tired.
Plush red heartbreak
Bones that tingle and ache
Want oness that makes the soul break
Rapture is slain.
Esther YOung
Molded wax
of a melting aandle
illuminating glow
of flickering wiak
creating
a cavern
sculptored
by fire
-Celia Sparger-
By Tony Sparger