Thiel College - Endymon Yearbook (Greenville, PA)

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STCCI by Joseph Auslancler This man is dead. Everything' you can say Is now quite definitely said: This man held up his head And had his day, Then turned his head a little to one way And slept instead. Young horses give up their pride: You break them in By brief metallic discipline And something else beside . . So this man died. Wfhile he lived I did not know This mang I never heard His name. Now that he lies as though He were remembering' some word lle had forgotten yesterday or so, It seems a bit absurd i That his blank lids and matted hair should grow Suddenly familiar . . . l,et him be interred. 4

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Steady now . . . That was his wife Making' that small queer inarticulate sound Like a knifeg Steady there ... I ,et him slip easily into the ground: Do not look at her, She is lighting for breath . . She a foreigner . . Polak . . . like him . . . she cannot understand . . It is hard . . . Leave her alone with death :Xml a shovelful of sand. HU the pity of it, the pity of it, Iago ! . Christ, what a hell ls packed into that line! Each syllable Bleecls when you say it . . . No matter: Chicago ls a 'lar cry from Cracow: A And anyhow What have Poles To rlo with such extraneous things as hearts and souls? 'llhere is nothing here to beat the breast over, Nothing' to relish the curious, Not a smell of the romantic: this fellow Was hardly your yearning lover ' l'i1'lltSi1'ZlllC1lZ no punchinellog lilut just a hunky in a steel mill. XfVhy then fuss Because his heavy Slavic 'face went yellow VX'itl1 the roaring' furnace dust? Now that he is in '.If'he cool sweet crush of dirt, to hell with your sobbing violin Your sanctimonious 'cellol l.et the mill bellow! 7