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PARTISAN REVIEW
Strengthless the old will of the elders' eyes.-
The green palms, the midnight sand, the creaming surf!
The sand at streaming noon is black. I swim
Farther than others for I swim alone.
- (Whom Nangganangga smashed to pieces on
The road to Paradise.)
YOUNG WOMAN'S SONG
The round and smooth, my body in my bath,
If
someone else would like it too.-I did,
I wanted T. to think 'How interesting'
Although I hate his voice and face, hate both.
I hate this something like a bobbing cork
Not going. I want something to hang to.-
A fierce wind roaring high up in the bare
Branches of trees,-! suppose it was lust
But it was holy and awful. All day I thought
I am a bobbing cork, irresponsible child
Loose on the waters.-What have you done at last?
A little work, a little v.ague chat.
I want that £3.10 hat terribly.-
What I am looking for,
I
am,
may be
Happening in the gaps of what I know.
The full moon
does
go with you as you go.
Where am I going? I am not afraid,–
Only I would be lifted lost in the flood.
JoHN BERRYMAN
THE CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTOR
The gates clanged and they walked you into jail
More tense than felons but relieved to find
The hostile world shut out, the flags that dripped
From every mother's windowpane, obscene
The bloodlust sweating from the public heart,
