University of Hawaii Honolulu - Ka Palapala Yearbook (Honolulu, HI)

Text from Pages 1 - 160 of the 1962 volume:

i i i i t, I 5 I II lioerer you arc. I four you are uall.inx the icullis of dreams. I fear these supposed realities are to melt (nun under your feet and hands. l.ren non your features, joys, speeeh. Ionise, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate ana from you. ) our true soul and body appear before me. I hey stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops. Utah, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eutin . drinking. suffering, dyinu. II lioerer you are. non■ I place m hand upon you. that you be m poem. . . . tt .ill W hitm ii II e are I hr music-makers. Inti we arr ihr dreamers af dreams. It ttnderinii l hair sea-hreakers. Inti sittin h desolate streams: II orlddosers anti icorld-ftnsabers. On whom the pale moon tileams: ) el ire are the movers anti shakers Of the irorltl forever, it seems. I O'Muuptlr  I V Dusk came down: or grew up out of the sands and the sea: . . . The day was done, the sands brushed and ruffled suddenly with a sea-hroom of eold wind. IhUn Thom ' . ('■dine two and two in search of symmetry, f ound symmetry of tiro in sea and sand. In left foot, right foot, left hand and right hand. I Holwri Cram 8 In ohjrrl anion ilrrnms. von iI hrrc nitli otir shin's off . . 1 ) I k arfe SnHCKBAR SnflCK BHR I •'ttn nt W “ ) s ' «2 I was the tvarlil in which I irall.nl. and n hat I saw Or heard or fell tame not hut from myself: Ind thru- I found myself more tnd anil more strange. U.llj . v, 1 £ ! i 1 I . . . there was, out of the idd ami worn earth, a Hitch of grass, ami a single tree was growing there. That tpril. day by day. he watched the swift coming of that tree into its glory of young leaf again. And then one day he looked into its heart of sudden and magical green and saw the trembling lights that came and went into it. the hues that deepened, shifted, changed before one's eye to every subtle change of light, each delicate and im uil table breeze, and it was so real, so vivid, so intense that it made a magic ami a mystery, evoking the whole poignant dream of lime and of man's life upon the earth . . . Hhmm« Uolfe I ■Inti one mans year is like the country of a cloud. mapfH’d on the sky, that soon uill vanish into the watery ordered wastes. into the spinning rule. into the dark which is light. IKLn Hkmm. I am: vet what I am who cares or knows? I 4 ' % ' 1 H hen I was a child. I s mlcc as a child. I understood as a child. I thought as a child: hut when I became a man. I nit awav childish things. For now ice see through a glass, darhlv: hut then fare to face . . . I I «• I 11.12 I