SUNDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1923
Tal-IE MIC141GAN DAILY
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1923 THE MICHIGAN DAILY PAGE FIVIII
If heaven be considered a state of
happiness, it is then relative and not
absolute; for happiness is a success-'
"S'' stands for Stort and for Swan.
Btht are tiving S's' running on legs;
for they have S shaped fignres mader
by ltu I:, neck and body.
They swallow me between gigantic
They grind my mind into imperti-
nent facts; and devour me sa-
IBooks eat me up because they hate
But why do they hate me?
Is it because I snub them, because
I merely give them a glance
when they deserve to be read?
clear-nature's shining mirror reflect-
Cold, barren tree limbs long drench-
ed with rain are alive-alive with bril-
liant green things-leaves or maybe
Cocons--lumps of dark, black, coat
soot are touched by a magic wand.
Now they are butterflies, vivid yel-
lows and blues.
ful struggling in which one's desires
find satisfaction. Thus heaven is a Books eat me up because they hate
state of strife, of war. me
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Vf men were born free would they
VE POINTS form no conception of good and evil as
Fragments of truth perceived long as they were free as Spinoza
through a cloud of tiny fact particles: says, or is good beyond selfishness?
this is the life picture of the prac-
And contrary to this is the pano- OF A CERTAIN LYNX
ramsa which lies before the poet who At dusk one evening I sat on a rail
from his pinnacle of philosophical fence near where a cow-path wound
rontemplation peers down into the into a forest. There was no wind to
depths of actuality but fails to see the stir things up; and the umbrella-trees
facts which are hidden because over- and Osage-oranges appeared distor-
shadowed with more monstrous real- tioned in the shadowed light. Fur-
ities. thermore all brooks and streams were
Better by far than these men is the rery far away; and this combined with
glass-eyed fool who knows neither the peculiar absence o singing birds
falsity nor the opposite of falsity be- made the hour silent and quite still.
cause he sees nothing at all. Not even owls were there, nor cawing
hawks, nor spiders: so I felt lonely
PRIMAVERA and in no mean way dejected. All I
Gray, oppressive snow clouds, som- could possibly do was now and then
bre, dull are chased away over the to whistle a strain from a Wagnerian
horizon-now the sky is splendidly opera lest melancholy hover close
upon me; but as the minutes passed
this, too, was appalling, so I stopped.
Perhaps my eyes blinked occasionally
with a weariness; but truly I do not
think this was so, for I was merely
found with young college still-and lonely.
nsibility. They fail to keep All at once, however, 1 was startled
to perceive a silver coated lynx leis-
. They are unprepared to ruely walking toward me down the
cow-path with a queer-shaped book
hey under take. under his arm. He advanced with
careless steps and was noiseless; but
every moment drew closer. Now it
is not conventional for silver lynx
g and should be lived up to to walk upright on two feet; nor is it
their regular custom to bear great
ponsibilities here, doubtless tomes at their sides. It is no wonder
that I was amused by this lynx, and
y, but nevertheless they will seriously perplexed.
. Especially was I aghast at the
n you start to work. Time strangeness of the shape of the book.
sume them. The lynx came near me slowly. When
immediately by my side, he crossed
his slender legs and sat upon them;
and then he opened the fantastically
shaped book and melodiously read
iesis at a certain time, do it, aloud:
ht. If you borrow a dollar "Gipsies are not brunette girls with
orange silk skirts bound to trim
him back when you promise waists with lavender girdles; nor
do they travel to foreign countries
in canvas covered wagons drawn by
mules. Gipsies are exceptional
things. They are poor men's
thoughts which escape their toiling
ommon decency which your bodies to roam the clover fields of
heaven. Follow the gipsies!
but it will distinguish you "The moon is not a satellite whirl-
ing around the earth; for them it
others, who are somewhat would be a silly joke. The moon is
a great round pie which God takes
cause for pride in promptly a bite out of ever so often. Con-
template the moon!"
l 3 "Snowflakes are tiny fairy palaces;
and bachelor-buttons are sneaking
gnomes in disguise. Dew is sprinkled
on grass-blades from slug-drawn
reputation for responsibility water tanks. And music-charmed
snakes are writhing spirits of a
world will know you as a dance. Crane-flies are made out of
way. You will not need green tooth-picks. Life is a play
and the world Is a trick. Man Is
r you get out of college in a jack-in-the-box. Think about
bilties.Then the lynx, whose reading was
marvelously smooth, closed the ex-
otically shaped book, rose and hur-
ried back to the forest. And night
came and darkened everything.
Ureus Exit Triolet
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And it turned to a Sonnet
It began a ha mode
IN WASHTENAW COUNTY I intended an Ode
But Rose crossed the road
ON-707 NORTH UNIVERSITY In her latest new bonnet
I intended an Ode
And it turned to a Sonnet!
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