Show Aggie Review The Aggie Review Page Editor's Note: There is a here under whose guidance these four come (and are coming) to have people recognize themselves as poets Veneta Nielsen's encouragement is quiet and often hard to understand but herstudents know that it is a special thing to be held in high regard by her Jeanie Robson's poems remind Veneta of crystals They are the pure impenetrable poetic form of Jeanie's feelings According to Veneta Jon Wagner's poems are cerebral (as opposed to poems that feel or stem from the heart) She respects Jon's attitude and ability to the extent of reverence (as in "revere") About Kathy Jenson Veneta suggested that read Kathy's poem entitled "Julia" when it was finished And Robin Lewis: she is an artist her imagery" is graphic delicate reflecting the way she perceives things These four people and many others who iave had Mrs Nielsen as a teacher will not soon forget her special concern poet-teach- Judy Ophelia Rosiland a thin boned thing this face Ephermeral eternal Already marked with lines the wear and tear of wind blown passions Eyes that see without seeing truely a man-madcounterfeit The nose good in a profile and jawline easily drawn taken from a Victorian photograph e (tea in 1 1 er at-US- I the garden) Thin skin that will show embarrassment easily and holds the stain of sadness Pride in the lift of the chin and I the mouth show I things too early given too easily got and soon Have Been Gone have been gone gone a long time Walking with city forgotten Robin streets that run ahead of their eyes looking for a lighted place beyond where the earth curves L I have been gone Long ago there came a time when day and night walked together in shadowed evenings Steps of cool cement held me as I remembered the child who tried toohard-t- o I forget have been gone a long time now Jeanie Robson The Teacher Your eyes a lake speaking the flicker of sunlight between trees streams run through my tired heart And cold mountain like winter bells awakening the air listen as waves of pine melt between fingers of sun I Photo by Sue Hodgson to dark pools of solitude Having swallowed my aching tongue I've learned to sleep in ponds unfolding my eyes V tv I — s: ‘ see gray pigeons above white lilies resting their petals I JT: “ mm- The ocean's tide - f flows through my v V a repeats and repeats in the cries of the gull 'a :4 x 3 W': 4- - i ears T-- ' 5w 's: Jeanie Robson 1 U |