Sarah Lawrence College - Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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THREE POEMS BY JOSEPH PAPALEO WHILE ANTICIPATING SPRING I thought I heard the crickets In the winter in the city, Looking into glazed windows of apartment houses, Gaudy like red buttons on a prostitute's dress— What vain jewel stains on the nape of the night. I thought I heard the crickets In the shadows of the streetlight, As I passed the sides of hydrants In the city's steel thickets Of loneliness and evening, sight Of a rusty can, of a cavernous gutter. I thought I felt the wind abide About the tremulous trees. Growing through concrete tenuously, Blooming with agony in a thin attempt to please Or pacify the people in the street. I thought I heard the crickets In the winter in the city, In the spigot-happiness of short-lived Bright days, the gentle haughtiness Of slender tree boughs bowing to A fickle wind. Page sevenly-five

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POETRY HOUR Who said something about Sarah Lawrence girls never sitting on chairs? Pag© s©venty-four

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CHILD IN APRIL Small boy at a soda counter Virgin Mary face, a holy pattern The waves of your hair are golden foil Your lips are faded violet satin. Small boy of the candy ages In the pink of your face your sex is lost, A silver spoon anoints your lips, At this colored counter you accept the ice hcst. O small boy of the solemn morning ritual face Progenitor of life, still in potency Your image genuflects in the marble counter There, your years are rising slowly. Small boy of the gaping, mirrored world Pink Calliopic heart, moss of a quiet womb — Look, look you into the rim of today And tell me the fate of the month of May.