New York University School of Education - Education Violet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Eyes Wild and Unfa+homable When eyes have met yours and you have drunk them deep A longing has seized you that cannot be appeased When all the cards on the table you have thrown face upward with one heedless sweep You sacrifice realities for a dream that will not leave you surceased-You have met her, that glamorous lady aglitter with tinsel. You ne'er regret her Though she's stolen away your calm to leave a black hollow a stencil in your heart. We walked through the halls of stately palace of Wonder and she gazed at the walls and I at her hair I spoke and in mind each word was one costly blunder For she frowned but once and to me 'twas despair. We strolled and we gazed and to her in all fair resemblance to princess' their beauty was bare, of joy I knew nothing of pain I knew much, each step that kissed Earth roused in me an Envoy of sorrow, a vague unutterability And thus did we pass the day all so sweet, to her a faint pleasure-to my poor tortured brain a gloried conceit. To Poised Child-Woman I wandered in and sat me down A seat so vacant then I turned Around and looked with a slight frown, And my eyes learned in widened joy Your too brown, kind eyes. We spoke and I did feel serenity and charm and peace Eternity did pass and I was floating in all imagery in Nice, with a blue sky, All held in bondage fair by her kind voice. Ah, Maid, so fortunate is your brave man to have you for 'self ensconced For you have learned that secret old and spirit bold you blaze the trail, all beauty of womanhood do you unveil And man is bound as o' long ago. My dear, so clear is my view since speaking of Life's woes Thus do I think but of you I In pleasant friend for me. Motu ZALOWITZ. 155

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Pensive Sighf Sit still a moment, woman or man, to see, Observe the movement of Pan, in whirling ecstasy Mayhap Nature's right against our artificiality. Color bright of green, cover of all Earth's gift Sombte black a-swishing over all to place a pall O'er our mad dance-that dance of Death that which no greater spectre leers. Twirling in mad agonies, around Kaleidoscopic swound You men, you wo-men do a prance in gayety The one the other mirrorlike-you stare and back again The stare-self visioned sordidness That Dance-that trance of frenzied joy With Bared fang or tooth canined you yell A Laughter cadenced deep from Hell My heart responds O, yes in fair-for your sad plight, unrequite there In all gay sparkle you do seek a moment's peace from mundane care Blue happy day-it can be yours--a thought, a shrug For a silken vice-renounce, renounce, while you yet may O Man and Woman all astir Renounce, once more all harlo' joy Of vain and ftippery living well-wisdom's not yours 'Tis mine to tell Mine by the side head sunk on chest a visioning well. Doff red, don white-a new garbed chasreness know Stay white in soul, nor not in show. h Mom ZALOWITZ. Romance ROOKLYN BRIDGE is rather too bold a background for a girl, especially if the girl is small. Perhaps she wasn't aware of her surroundings, though. She belonged before a glowing fire-place that would illuminate her eyes and make her mouth smile. Nevertheless, she was standing near the railing of the bridge, dejected, forlorn, and utterly unhappy. I am by far too romantic to pass by such a picture without wishing to find the creator of it. Hence, I walked over to the girl and said: Can I help you, Miss? She turned ever so slightly and lifted her dark eyes which, I now saw, were brimming with tears, No, thank you. Not only am I romantic, but the girl was very charming so I tarried awhile and said, Are you sure? Yes, quite sure. He'll never find her I'm certain. And she started to cry softly. Who can't find whom ? I inquired puzzled. She looked startled. Why don't you know? I lost my little dog while walking across the bridge. My husband has been gone fifteen minutes searching for her. Oh! she ended joyously, here they come now. He's found her, he's found h-. I didn't wait for the end, romantic fool that I am. 154

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Upward Confidenring I'm here, a youth, all buoyant, a'kicking up my heel in glee I'm to sip all Howers, I'm to taste the spray of ranged sea I'm a swaggering through the field, I'm so proud of Life in me Why, youth alone can Love enfold, bestow a hearty glad embrace- The World is Youth's Love-Why that's me. Yet now I'm wondering is all Mine-Youth has left a mark in Time Children came and up did shoot in growth and I'm a weaker than before Do I still count Life All just mine Indeed, I eat and drink and whistle through my teeth and my eyes But do are sparkled yet I own this Terra as O'yore? I sit and query, eyes towards sky, thoughts on high for things below. Gray, wrinkled throat and hands, palsied movement, gone Iron bands of biceped strength-My legs are weak beneath, It seems I must bequeath that heritage Of length of years to those behind-a heritage that Life did dredge with me a blind usurper here For now what matters Life a jade, or vivid motley round my knee Now I can see Youth Age-Age Youth they one remain-But Life is Free of all ' Mom ZALOWITZ Tol Love ove and have lost is the theme of the day, But to have loved and never to have won is a dreadful delay, For loved ones I've had many and many for play, But the one whom I love looks other ways. I see The Like And The The The To r her in my dreams and in my books, inspiration of my thought, the spirit of my heart, an angel from above she flies down to earth, alights on the ground with a gleeful mirth. buds of the green spring resemble her, undulating wavelets honor het, sun looks down and saints her golden hair, esemble nature and the song of the lyre. Around and around I see her wander, Agai n and again she sees me not, She knows not that I exist, nor my desires, For she is the spirit of Heaven and I of earth: And Never the Twain Shall Meet. SAL 156 LY LIPSCHUTZ