Denison University - Adytum Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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FISHING WITH LIGHT TACKLE R.H,. Each time I cast my lure disturbs Your pool, and you only Watch the waves usher their weight To the shore, and when I Tease your mouth to commune on prayer Thin line, you suspend your Silver move in quivering shadow. In hunger ' s ritual, I Stalk and read the shallows. The wind V ' s the fervent stream ' s Still side, and I forget the vision . Of you flashing in your quarried Pride. A dark thrust-swirl. The line sings Colours of our separate worlds. 23

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A.W. As fog pervaded East in level ranks. You danced by the water. Like the silver appendage of a spider You caught the light in which you spun, And your heart was an eagle draining The wind to die. Shaking the snow From your wings, you said, Think Of the silence between our hands. A silence of feathers and warm blue eggs That thrive where the cedar cones freeze. Such was the silence as, one by one, The days threw off their chains. The wind ' s Ammunition diminished, and ice disappeared From the arsenal floor. The spikes of Spring Grew taut and greened the land. Geese Barraged from southern guns, shelling The northern plains, but, removed From the revolution, you swam In shallows and braided your hair. Chicken Little CM. I dreamed a day so Bitter bright glazed, A shriek, a sharp Sled ' s runner on concrete Might shatter it; Even as the ice-image is Of sky and clouds By Httle boys in boots Stamping frozen puddles Cracked Then Autumn came like Scottish warriors; A forest of tartans. You apprehended this— Turning towards the orchard, rebel. You raised your arms, Pears, split with Ripeness, and drop your nectar on brown Pine needles this afternoon. Though the fire Sang and a leaf and acorn fell. The disciplined fruit lingered in silence. And, as geese roved home, you covered Your body as one who wraps a shroud about Her child; too deep a sigh would stir Your human dust. Then, as blue inflected crimson Ignited cliffs, an ocean riveted with stars Assailed your spine and tumbled you into The furrows like a seed. You parted Your lips for the rain, giving your breasts To the wind, and your delicate fingers Became talons filed to destroy. Yet burning this the last feather, I forgive the dark incisions: As we watched one night dishevel dusk And yield to dawn, your lashes stripped Me of husks and left me blind and naked On the threshing floors of your eyes. Unlike a conch in a child ' s hand. With amplified chants of water and wind This ricochets through my flesh. For I lean like a tree too close to the sea. And my seed explodes in the sand.

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Pamela Carroll Junior Prom Queen Delta Delta Delta 24