Woodhull Preparatory School - Crest Yearbook (Jamaica, NY)

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A UTO REQUI E M Perhaps my smile is duller now, And songs I sing don't mean as much As they might have meant just yesterday. I know, for sure, old wounds I bear from Careless words and thoughtless Have ceased to throb with pain that's real. I know I'm left with nothing, But - In nothingness there is repose, And also calm that spreads a veil Of blankness over all that's wrong. t And, God, I know there's much that's wrong, But I don't care, or think, for that, On things that caused me grief before - They threw me, heartless, into seas of Haunted melancholyg but now, l've ended an endless drowning. Plodding along, I stand content to be An empty vessel 'midst A churning chaos. Run your heated Races and pray your fervent prayers - Both, for you, are dead and cold as splinters From a broken crystal bowl That once you filled with blood-red wine And drunk from, freely as the sunlight. My friends, my' friends, gay pipers and players, Dancing as dust in the whirl of 1ife's winds, I will not speak to you of my soundless morning I will not explain the wall that surrounds me - You, too, live in the world I have fled from, And were your eyes but opened once Perhaps your life would change As mine has changed. But I will not bethe grim herald of awakening, Nor would I be a builder of walls. My bowl, cracked deep and crushed, as yours, l've long since fltmg beside the roadg - No chains to bear, no cause for tears, No love, or hate, or pity - A joyless life, I know it seems, but yet, The door from which joy fled Saw also leaving all my grief - All that rests behind is nought, But still, it rests unwounded. Life may ache, But nought Is nought. Laurence Tucci

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DARK RENDEZVOUS Whirling, spinning, dizzy dream. Dream? . . . perhaps reality. . . Forms and figures, screaming voices Blur before me. Dulled thought, Bitter tears of hatred Sting my face . Words echo . . A blow falls . . . blackness. Cool breezes about me mingle with the murky dark A sense of being, an awareness of life Fills my spirit. I hear the flutter Of wings, and I know. I look into the fiery eyes Of Death - misty caves that Stretch to Eternity are revealed To me. l feel the black wings of Death Flutter about my head. I greet Death with joy, an open hand . . . Reaching . . . Death does not enfold Me in his arms, he merely laughs, A teasing glow in his eyes. Suddenly there is the light of Life. Oh Death, why taunt me so? I cry out, aware of harsh reality. Death answers, fading, No peace for thee. His leering face disappears And leaves my presence, unfulfilled. I face the light, the forms, the voices. I weep, as Life takes me by the hand. Jacqueline Wong if

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