George Washington High School - Hatchet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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-41-s--V -f --f-e+fef-- - A l 1 t S E C U R I T Y I I l The chair rocks, 1 Sways, rocks, sways i Empty in the corner Where the old man had sat. The baby shoes remain in the closet The school books in the drawers The picture of his wife on the mantle The coffin at the bottom of the grave Waits for the final cover From up above. The neighbors had cried, The sermon was read, l The bond had played, ,,.....- E They didn't know who died. XX I And the shovel was raised V N J 1 And lowered the dirt into place: f V, ' 'I T Ifgff Peace at lost- 'ls ' , -'ff W fl ,. , Hope in his soul- Z i JOY in his heart- Y 1 ' i' Heaven above- ' 1 Tlx Y Halleluiah i ' Q ' tx Q' . i Halleluiah 1 l Qlhtgxgf 4 Halleluiah X lr 'NA Dirt on his face. X j b s P ' I' 'M y arry rmce I inf I ll ,f , l of Allis? 5552 , n If l 1' - X- n jghlgll af ,, X ,,-' L ' f -4. X! ff , ' i ' ' lf 't X S f l FIRST SNOW Blue Windows Cast back reflections From across the courtyard At night Streetlamps below Swarm with moths of winter That touch the ground With white. by William Choumont OLD SUNSET Growing weird in the sunset gray trees turn to shadow. Swinging leaves crack inthe wind dying sun melts the snow. Reflections of fingers on window panes closing wildly in empty grasp are blowing branches, shriveled, rotted attached by a single leafy clasp. by Joan Marcus

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rwnfwv f if' --- ,Y 1..,,, ,-1,,.., -F, BLACKBOARD The street is washed and broken A puddle at the curb watches rain clouds recede. A tainted sky fades hurriedly. Lights enter the room A branch crosses the red reflection From the glass artificial buildings. The woman emerges nursing a toy dog. At the curb he iumps and pounces haughtily on the puddle. The red swirls in circles Then disappears. by William Chaumont Literature is the conveyer of ideas. It tries to induce people to think and to convince them of various doctrines of life. Poetry is one of the freest forms of expression. We are presenting a section of poetry. It is as integral a part of school as any academic subiect and a very integral part of life. WINTER AURORA The tree, webbed and dewy with morning- milkdream air hummingbird winter days of cracked windows frosted in walking. Inside yourself for the first time. The tree, reflecting pin drops of sight- White interwoven X4 White hummingbird flitter Z J ' Avenues of If X 'f 'Y T Brown wind through, I- 1 2, f- ff Inside yourself. ,, ' U X AY -1 4 j,1:, by Alan Sobel f p g , X, , Y lizfpi XX 3, Z gf., V ' I I i A f ' fy Q, K,-. X X e ' !,V ,,f i1 V , 7,1 'Z ff 1 ff' if, - . ef s , ,Q ff ' life 1 fi f I if ' X' 1 f f ,Q - ' w f f ,ff e -- , 4.x . V I : . 1, 1 I ' 5' 1' I ' f, QL? XXLQ W A - - W gig 'F -f ' ' , AS MA- fk - - X f , W if-----, X S H f'-:Rf-eyvmkf 18 . , , -ax KZ ,.. -,- H , ,, gr +R -N

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AFTER THE SNOW Turn back Powdery residue White blotches on lonely ground. Salt cakes Ot lost kisses ln silence of Remembrance. Sediments Ol black time Echo Empty nothings While tracings, Winter ink blots, Search for a meaning. by Alan Sobel SUNDAY NIGHT lt's late, long iourney is over lights and brawling streets iarring subway rattle little boy almost tell asleep then Atternoan's country railroad station is lar behind behind in a whir ot dust and grinding wheels Little boy lies now on the couch in grandma's Iivingroom somewhere in afar corner a baby ben ticks on ticks but if you don't think about it it will go away Stare at light patterns pirouetting on the ceiling the darkness waits below in the street a bus's motor puns but little boy doesn't hear sleep dances with the ceiling's tigures dances away. by William Chaumont