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

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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

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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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Swee+ Margari+a Life here in this city I enjoy with great emotion, Since I met a girl so pretty, Who loves me with much devotion. She has a beautiful face With cheeks of apple-redg She dresses very nice, And makes me to lose my head. Her manners are rciined, Her poise aristocratic, Her language very fine, And yet she is democratic. When I call her in Spanish, Her name sounds like Juanita, Then I put sugar in English, And call her SWEET MARGARITA Melody The thin Wavering note Of a violin Pierces a leaden silence: A pleading drawn From out the air. The mere wisp of a melody. Almost imperceptibly The sullen rumbling Of an alien theme Swells in volume, Until the melody Is like a risen sea: A ursurping And a conquering, Drawing to an end In a. chord Which lingers In the momentary Tribute Of silence l57