Thursday, September 9, 1976 th WoodI e t By Marnie Heyn my father cut the birches down the summer that i moved away the trees were diagnosed as beetled dying my mother wrote dad tried to make a bench of their stumps and boards but the wood splintered and snapped no use so father broke the birches to chunks to stop doors steady trash cans chock tires and fasten the cold frame but not to burn birch burns readily but father is tender toward the bugs when i visit notice my fine trees scattered like a spiteful puzzle last sunday i sat alone in the tired cafe he introduced me to the flautist wheezed toward midnight in a sudden energetic phrase i heard again the lake wind birch leaves sighing scarlet before dusk shades them to grey i dance for the birches and they are gone Marnie Heyn is a University graduate student in English. The above poem is part of her Hopwood prize-winning col- lection (majors, 1976) "laps in lethe." THE MICHIGAN DAILY Pags Nino the coil By Marnie Heyn nance is bellyful of child she carries her back like dianas bow she slides into the pool for relief from the gravity eldon carries more groceries now that nance cannot hold them he slumps around his larger burden then reaches far back to ease sacrificial muscles my mother bends way down of dusty bedtime stories and resents the effort of moving them onto a shelf although i do not think she over a carton grudges the work my lover arches over me and between dark and light i see the trail of springing spines that went into the making cast up. like eroded fish on the shore of an undated lake Marnie Heyn is a University graduate student in Engtisb. The above poem is part of her Hopwood prize-winning cot- lection (majors, 1976) "laps in lethe." even though i want to love you By Deborah Bennett I am afraid I will die if you touch me My arms would shrivel up going around you, my lips turn black from your kiss, my body melt and run into the ground. I am afraid you would bury me when I died. The thorns that grew would make trinkets for your new loves, and you would weave the thistle stems into red mats for them to lie on. Deborah Bennett is a graduate student at Johns Hopkins University. The above poem is part of her Hopwood prize- winning collection (minors, 1975) entitled "Figure Eights". Why not join the DAILY? THE DAILY IS A GREAT PLACE TO: * meet other good people * drink 5c Cokes * learn the operations of a newspaper *write stories * see your name in print * earn a little money Come on down to 420 Maynard anytime ond join the business, news, sports or photography staffs! Is Photos by Alison Ruttan ChARIES W WARREN BRIARWOOD, 994-4481 V.f.' .eSv':...:.,.......:::::." Y *.T:v ::v7""?";:? ......... ."Y...;-* L...b ~f.. WELCOME FRESHMEN! persephene reports to the underworld By Marnie Heyn persephone spreads a copy of, the daily news out on a rock and sits one more year one more harvest she sighs dirty nails and getting pinched by goatherds she says i have ceased to care of your quarrel with my mother there has been a change of regime what with manure and irrigation the old treaties are null your lease on my life has expired my ankles are weak and so are my eyes i am tired of being a household plant next year spring 500 E. Liberty Just off State Street .761-6212 THIS FALL AT C~ABAD HOUSE 715 HILL ST.-ANN ARBOR, MI 48109 * Quality Kosher food service at affordable prices. Optional meal plans with up to 15% savings off regular low price. Hebrew book and gift shop. * Newly renovated rooms at reasonable rates. Every Shabbos with free heimish Shabbos meals. 9 Sessions available daily on a host of biblical, talmudic, and Judaic subjects. * Prayer interpretation and meaning. 0 Jewish history. " Basic Judaism. O Jewish mysticism with enriched Chabbad philosophic * nto rn rntntia i r