Vol. 10 No. 2 1943 - page 132

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PARTISAN REVIEW
Take off, 0 gentle youth,
And coasting India
Scale crusty Everest
Whose mythic crest
Resists your truth;
And spying far away
Upon the Tibetan plain
A limping caravan,
Dive, and exterminate
The Lama, late
Survival of old pain.
Go kill the dying swan!
George Anthony
CE MONSTRE DEUCAT
Despair is rich, sufficient
to sweeten the streaked ice
of morning. The brass echo
foretells deficiencies.
The cavities are canine.
Despair is hot, will spice
our memories. Let childhood
die with the dice who play
among our attic lores
grown sinister and wild.
Despair redecorates
the room in which we shave
our stories. The prodigal
will lapidate the whore's
grave on Easter day.
Despair comes to unfold
cold innocence. Willows
give brooks their interest
in Spring. Milkweed beds
jewels behind the barn.
The little ones will grow.
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