Rollins College - Tomokan Yearbook (Winter Park, FL)

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EARS IN THE TURRETS HEAR Ears in the turrets hear Hands grumble on the door, Eyes in the gables see The fingers at the loc s. Shall I unbolt or stay Alone till the day I die Unseen by stranger eyes In this white house? Hands, hold you poison or grapes? Beyond this island bound By a thin sea of flesh And a bone coast, The land lies out of sound And the hills out of mind. No birds or flying fish Disturbs this island ' s rest. Ears in this island hear The wind pass li e a fire, Eyes in this island see Ships anchor off the bay. Shall I run to the ships ' With the wind in my hair, I Or stay till the day I die And welcome no sailor? Ships, hold you poison or grapes? Hands grumble on the door, Ships anchor off the bay, Rain beats the sand and slates. Shall I let in the strayiger, Shall I welcome the sailor, Or stay till the day 1 die? Hands of the stranger And holds of the ship, Hold you poison or grapes? Dylan Thomas 3

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CALTPSOS I Well God is love so love me God is love so love me God is love so love me well in We watched a red rooster with two hens bac of the museum at St. Croix flap his wings zippy zappy and crow William Carlos Williams II Love the sun comes up in the morning and in the evening zippy zappy it goes