| Show Page 12 The Aggie Review The Cave ) cave cricket clings in watchful darkness His Untitled arms search for lonely spiders black in hungry hands myself in my hands would like to encircle you with my arms in an embrace so large I Deep water reaches through silence yelling madness touching my shoulder with warmth You would have a universe to wander in rock to sleep swallowed in water I Yet still be able to feel the shadow of my love Jeanie Robson Kathy Jenson On The Ice consider a cosmic surface yes but in the beginning was chaos and wonder if this frozen river We I of reason as solid as we think? slide and skate turning a complacent figure to be sure but then the sun rises and the sun sete reflecting only Itself— so smooth is the ice and thick beyond the first freeze is I purification cold and hard lying in my hand complete almost the glint of light lancing the eye in flashes of white ice Ice not easily melted or even touched without the pain of knowing you may never touch again Not as a One night ' left my skates and wandered out bitterly cold My solitary steps echoed so sanely to themselves I that angered dared to stop the ice I This is all fell But as lay there I child would touch innocence lost in the falling of a leaf a mountain must break from this ice crystal and take this thing of beauty So cold lying in my hand Placed within myself I thinking I heard beneath me god so deep! a torrent throb the river beat — I and profane with terrtW sick for home spent the whole night fevered with a thaw I Night Wind Jon Wagner complete now Cold enough to burn to freeze thoughts to quench the fire behind my eyes beautiful and cold ’& The wind Walks with madness among trees asleep I hide in trembling shadows with cold fingers Robin Lewis Waiting arms to swallow me in shadows of night His silky breath spun glass creeps toward my chest The yellow lamp of dawn speaks softly' to the whisper of wind Jeanie Robson — v wnnHminTe me nonce renressfon and momentum ? |
