University of Windsor - Magister Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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ANTHoLocY or LosT MEMORIES IH I In that one summer She went from bad A ruddy glow To Worse-- From a long forgotten fire, Not lovely anymore. Burning low The last feeble glint-- The only lite 'cause She 's our. Electric bills 9.I'61'1 Lt paid. Turn the ashes Slowly: HOWCVCI' '--- The lite is all gone. . . Lite is not essential Far away. To the b1iHd-- A little girl--once The VSTY blind As heavens drifts away. . . Far away. Look through my window An opening TO the Streets Dark and mysterious Gathered b elow Hiding a Century Thiliking Of the silent deep Of the girl A little girl I once knew. . .I wonder I-Iearing the far-off roar. . . Where, or why? Waves Stupid questions Pounding on the reefs Who cares? Of an uninhabited isle. Doug Blake H YOU UNDERSTAND Rain Drops I cry easily Beading My tears defying both prediction and control On all the pavements Some might label my cry baby Gathered-- They do not understand To be rained on But you do. Small rivulets Running I cry indiscriminately, Through the gutters? Anything is apt to unbar the floodgates--- Becgming the flogd Movies, music, weddings, even happiness. In the gaping sewers The sight of little children often chokes me up Of the city. So do you. The final log Flickering. . .briefly I cry when frustrated, Not even eraekling now Judy asks, Daddy why is Mommy crying? The lite--Slowly dying: You patiently explain how wonderfully therapeutic Turn from my window A good cry can be. She seems to understand From the crowded streets AS V011 CIO- Outside Our crazy dreams I cry for various reasons-- Are over Sadness, gladness, tenderness, vexation, For ever and ever. . . Yet whatever the cause may be , Only one year of Solitude You always know just what to do or say Then she 's gone-- Because you understand. Likely never been. New rain falling JCHDTIE FOX Past my window Increasing the flood In the glitters Of our heaven. 87

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