1968 Magnet Yearbook

The world spins,
Revolves in orb for a billion years
Will continue fixed for another billion.
Nights and days have passed,
Man has stirred and died and stirred.
No more than this, .
He has built nothing, there will be nothing
No masterpiece where he stood yesterday.
A pity for man is unique,
He should not have to shame the fate
Of those countless heavens which hang above him.
He should not have to ex ist impartial to existence,
Awaiting h is time like a bl ade of wheat,
And under the sickle it waits.
You, heathen man, figure of day
To whom God gave life,
Stop and turn around, look at your bloody strewn path,
Look down, look hard and convince yourself,
You must change.
The rain must fall, I heard said,
And grass will grow.
The grass grows, clear streams flow by
I fear and you are near.
The cold days have parted,
The sun brings th is form to life,
To love
And I will.
Die Dirnen
sprechen, liegen, spielen
an der Strand,
in die Strassen.
lch gehe
nach MadchensHaus,
an dieser Leute vorbei;
Und lachen
Herrlich,
Weil ich lieb'
Mein Madchen;
Ah, das Leben
Joe Starr
THE EARLY MORNING LEGACY
I am walking now
though I don't know where really
and it is the beginning of the morning
why should I be walking when not even the dawn
has taken shape
I really have no idea
but I walk anyway
without sense
rhyme
and the morning, I notice
is developing along the same foolish lines
however it really doesn't matter
we both of us being children
young and all
and the young are allowed to do
almost everyth ing without reason
merely because they are young
(the moming, you know, is quite an infant
happy and rosey
and myself
why I believe that I am younger than even the
morning
which seems to know what it's doing
rather more than me
of course this stops neither of us)
and the morning and myself are doomed
damned children- how sad we are
I can see we damned children
getting older
the sky is filling with daylight and day things
(my friend you look so old)
I am seeing my self
aiming toward this strange peak
(god, adolescence is so painful
they are pulling my infancy from me)
how I hate them for taking my beginnings from me
how I hate myself because I have lost that now
for good.
Debbie Shulman
ist gut fur mich.
Fur die D irnen,
Warum nicht?
-Steve Flint.
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