Boston University - HUB Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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THE CITY AT NIGHT At night you are our concrete cradle By which you whisper humdrum in our ears And deep to dreams you alwa-ys play A lullaby to distant dissonance, Retreating day's diminuendo. Like raindrops on a rainbow pool Neon sequins adorn your cloistral heights And blinking at the starlit night These silent symbols, prostituting pleasure, Advance night's treble crescendo. And all around your soaring symmetry The daytime smog is gobbled by the night While in their bare anatomy New brothers bear the whistling scalpel of the wind, And old Sierra sisters, too. Now dawn the sanguine hunter stalks And coward darkness slouches behind your skirts As rays refract upon your eyes You blink and tremble stretching like a cat Rebounding to the daily beat. Ion Haywood CLA '66 Papillon and Orange: A Protest Painting Ul Down tumbling down the asphalt, down the clay orange citron melon acid the streets, the stucco halls. The whirling of seeds? Too ripe, too round to ascend the velvet stairs . . . UU The butterfly is still. Tissue wings flutter hard. Two black pins look down, reflect the sun. Morning rains clothe each purple vein and issue the sun Her driven yellow . . crushed in a gutter under flushing fruit catches Her eye. The ilood begins. The orange, seeding, becomes all wings and clay drives its pulp into her drowning veins . . . UVJ Now no one will reach down will pick up the once lived shells of fruit and flying until the velvet stairs flllj begin O Orgige to rot and swell . . . Oveprjpe Dianne Hoff Lincoln SFAA '66 bs if ,v. .I xx X4-J- X X X