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PARTISAN REViEW
LULLABY
\Vide as this night, old as this night is old and young as it is
young, still as this, strange as this,
tilled as this night is filled with the light of a moon as grey,
dark as these trees, heavy as this scented air from the fields,
warm as this hand,
as warm, as strong,
Is the night that wraps all the huts of the south and folds the
empty barns of the west;
is the wind that fans the roadside fire;
are the trees that line the country estates, tall as the lynch
trees, as straight, as black;
is the moon that lights the mining towns, dim as the light
upon tenement roofs, grey upon the hands at the bars
of Moabit, cold as the bars of the Tombs.
-KENNETH FEARING
