Massachusetts College of Art and Design - Palette and Pen Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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MELANCHOLY EXQUISITE A chute the chutes A dizzy hope A hill to climb The whirling throng That whizzes by Stares back to say Y ou ' ll only die And death ' s the end they say Yet hearts still thirst And hope to find A blending song A place to lie A warmth of life That will not pass And hoping, die And this they answer: The sun bakes all the earth around The heart is not the place I held you And this is now the only sound The only sound. Helen Donis Asnin

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INTROVERT MOMENTS A tree, a place, A sound, a face, A smile, a word, A song, a bird, A scent, a time, A hope, a rhyme, A love, a faith. Eleanor Weeks With searching eyes And muddled thoughts, Neath clouded skies, Forbidden courts, I wander. The world abstract. And wind like Ice, One swift impact, ' Like luck of dice, I stumble. This place is bare, I am not here. For two must share This haunting fear, I venture. There is a light. Which follows hope, A mental flight, A binding rope, I slumber. I am not free From sinking heart. There ' s small degree Of sleep or art, I waver. But faith If kept Will always win. So then I slept Dismissing sin I conquer! Now once awake, I am restored Without mistake I ' ve tied the cord I love him. Eleanor Weeks.

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Dedicated to Gallery Greerihorn A rare intoxicating view Of something new To you And a few Perhaps . . . Who have sought To see A thought Or reason out Just what It ' s all about . . . Beverly Hallam Muddy Meanderings The pounding life beneath my feet. The sodden sound. The dull-edged tread; Sinks through my heart with burbling beat. This sluggish shell awakes. The sun ' s eye Winks on walls, the desolate beauty Of populaced streets. I am consumed. A cataleptic aura Of sound, smell, and sig ht. The footed print.