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Excerpts Apr 2014

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Excerpts from freshman themes by authors:Robert Mann, Robert Holcomb, Helen Wells, Evelyn Petersen, Donald Morgan, Clara May Masterson, and Mary Elizabeth Donnell.


D Minor, Jean Siskel Apr 2014

D Minor, Jean Siskel

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With stealthy passion
The music filled the room,
Brushing with mystic melody
His throbbing heart.

Outside the stony window frames
Were trees,
Rustling excitedly,
Bowing with frantic grace.

Do trees have hearts? Can they too
Feel the stirring touch of tone?
For trees, there is wind;
For men, music.


On Nantucket Sound, Lucy Kaufman Apr 2014

On Nantucket Sound, Lucy Kaufman

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Do you recall the morning on Nantucket Sound
when white wind whipped our sails against the August sun,
when we stood tanned and laughing, loving the sea, and bound
for any port or none?

Do you recall that out from the tiny towns which lay
along the coast, came salty strangers seeking cod,
tanned and laughing as we, plundering the bay
with net and fishing rod?

Do you recall that when the west waxed pink again
homeward we turned the tiller, and as we came around
with sails set full for shore, lights flashed from a world forgotten
on Nantucket ...


Dry Leaves, Mary M. Schortemeier Apr 2014

Dry Leaves, Mary M. Schortemeier

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In stealth
Stalking its prey
Winter is creeping
Groping its way.

Today
Summer is reigning.
Only the dry leaves
Show it is waning.

Too soon
Comes one final leap
For winter - for summer
Only to weep.

Today
My heart is young.
Dry leaves for me?
From mortals I'm sprung.


Flamingos, Lucy Kaufman Apr 2014

Flamingos, Lucy Kaufman

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Far through the jungle, bird cries mark night's end.
Eastwardly the sky is streaked with pink,
and near the water's edge black orchids bend
beneath webbed-feet, as white flamingos drink.

Deep among the spindling silent stalks
which border banks surrounding the lagoon
wet reeds stir, and a tall flamingo walks
infringing on the sleep of afternoon.

Flamingos showing silver in the night
fly far above the jungle toward the west,
and following a star's transluscent light
at length reach home, and white flamingos rest.


Excerpts Apr 2014

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Excerpts from additional submissions by authors: Melvin Kuebler, Richard Jowitt, Mary Elizabeth Black, Quentin West, Edward F. Wright, Margie Ann Hukriede, Margaret Dawson, Don R. Cutsinger, and Suzanne Van Talge.


Two Poems, Margaret Byram Apr 2014

Two Poems, Margaret Byram

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On Discovering a Book of Shelley's Poems

A portion of the feeling that once hallowed Keats
when he kenned the vast unknown
And stood, a Watcher, rapt, alone,
Came to me, a vision, swift, unbearable
In beauty scarcely born.

The joy of fusing with a master's soul,
The searching bliss of first discovery
Swept my mind, and left me tense and free,
A spirit treading the fresh-dewed grass
In early morn.


My Attitude Toward Poems, Richard Outcalt Apr 2014

My Attitude Toward Poems, Richard Outcalt

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I am not interested in most poems. At one time I disliked poetry to the full extent of my ability, but as I grew up I became aware that to many people, poetry was all right. On careful consideration of this awakening, I decided that there were undoubtedly merits to poetry, but that you had to be in the mood to really get anything out of them. This mood to me seemed to signify a pale thin fellow skipping with gaily outstretched arms and fingers, romping through sunny fields of buttercups chasing gorgeous butterflies, then, tiring of this strenuous exercise ...


Credo, Mary Wiley Apr 2014

Credo, Mary Wiley

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In our sad days it is a woman's part
To keep alive the things that ease the soul,
All music and delight. It is her role
To pour out lovely songs to fill the heart
With tenderness again, and hopeful start
The hymnal in the church; amid the whole
Of dark, confusing time out of control
To sing, and let not loveliness depart.

Unfaltering faith is difficult to keep
When futile tears fall on the changeless earth
And still are dried by the recurrent sun.
Mankind may perish if its women weep
Too much, too long. We will allow ...


The Silversmith, Joe Berry Apr 2014

The Silversmith, Joe Berry

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The child was born unto a silversmith,
born son and grandson both of silversmiths
in the small room behind the dusty shop.

The old man stopped his pounding on his bench,
his son turned down the fiercely blasting fire
when the child was born. But when he breathed, cried
and howled, they worked again, as they had done
all morning - and as they had done
for years before, the old man and his son:
silver sculptors, bracelet makers, fashioners
of all small articles from gleaming blocks.
Now they were glad; not for two hundred years
had the house lacked a ...


April Thoughts In War Time, Helen E. Hughes Apr 2014

April Thoughts In War Time, Helen E. Hughes

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Sonnet

Blue skies are cruelest now; immense, they bend
Over the lonely land, uncompromising,
Unconcerned, aloof. Unnatural friend!
Whose time is April when the sweet surprising
Daffodils spring up to rival such
A brave and tender blue! We who are used
To turning calm eyes skyward now see much
Of heaven that is alien and confused.
Where once we laughed into the sun's embrace,
Once welcomed friendly rain, once searched the broad
And democratic sky for Saturn's face,
And, searching, strained to touch the hand of God;
We now stand under skies that vomit fire.
Be angry at ...


Poem, Ardath Weigler Apr 2014

Poem, Ardath Weigler

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I Ivy and jew growing in pink and blue
mugs
Mugs meant for small children
Mugs settled primly on lace doilies
Atop a spinster desk ....

TWO MONTHS LATER
II He was standing there under the neon
sign-tall, hair rough in the wind-
broken outline of glasses and upturn-
ed collar ....
Dull tap of narrow black heels on
the asphalt.
He turned as they walked toward
him, to him, past him.
Her heart did a flat-footed ballet
as she thought, "This is the end, fool."
-tugging, choking, adolescent heav-
iness crushing her breath with its
vacuum.
He thought, "She's putting ...


Lines From The Night, Josephine Rosenfeld Apr 2014

Lines From The Night, Josephine Rosenfeld

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The vanity
of the trees leaning over the rivers
adjusting and readjusting their coiffures.

The solemnity
of the brook gliding by
laughing as the rocks tickle it.

The processional
of the moon
bringing in its trail the princesses
of the sky-the stars.

The strains
of music ascending to the heavens
carrying the heart and souls of the listeners.


The Awakening, Harriet Bishop Apr 2014

The Awakening, Harriet Bishop

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And there I stood, a useless, living form
With roughened hands in worn out pockets pushed
And felt some force, not mine, had changed my will,
I turned my face up toward a darkened night.
There at my feet was spread an ancient world,
While high above there whirled a universe;
And far within the depths of treasured years
Strange, kindly voices dimmed the call of space.
For far below was all that used to be
While out in space stood life's futurity.


The Blind Man, Helen E. Hughes Apr 2014

The Blind Man, Helen E. Hughes

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I know you as you walk among my rooms,
Your head turned thus, your shoulders moving so,
Your hands made busy with the sound of brooms,
The many little tasks that women know.
Dear brilliant lady, as you come and go,
Is light lent to my days. In you I find
A roof against the rain-let winter blow!
Look on me, love, with kindness; for my mind,
My heart, my searching hands that clasp you-are
not blind.


After Diana, Mary Wiley Apr 2014

After Diana, Mary Wiley

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The clink of coffee-cups is pleasant here.
See, I have drawn the curtains fast, and shut
The moon's distracting light from our bright hearth.
Your grave brown warmth is heightened so
And I do not remember with such pain how sweet
The star's carress falls on the traveller's face,
When first he lifts it up to worship them.


The Lantern, 2013-2014, Isabella Esser Munera, Rayna Nunes, Blaise Laramee, Chukyi Kyaping, Bobbi Stone, Erica Gorenberg, Anne Rus, Dana Kluchinski, Arthur Robinson, Emily Duffy, Jane Lee, Leah Garrity, Brian Thomas, Michele Snead, Melanee Piskai, Chloe Kekovic, Kevin Moore, Codey Young, Dominick Knowles, Richard Schulz, Quinn Gilman-Forlini, Collin Takita, Amanda Sierzega, Mara Koren, Epiphany Summers, Caitlin Jackson, Benjamin Jones, Joshua Hopkins-Desantis, Rebecca Galarza, Kelsey Knowles, Aubrey Atkinson, Michael Heimbaugh, Sophie Zander, Kendal Conrad, Nora Sternlof, Henry Willshire, Elijah Kineg, Joshua Hoffman, Maxwell Bicking, Andrew Tran, Arthur Robinson, Nicolas Shandera, Grace Buchele Mineta, Meaghan Geatens, Nina Petry, Sean Dolan, Kayla Sallada '17, Sam Cermignano Apr 2014

The Lantern, 2013-2014, Isabella Esser Munera, Rayna Nunes, Blaise Laramee, Chukyi Kyaping, Bobbi Stone, Erica Gorenberg, Anne Rus, Dana Kluchinski, Arthur Robinson, Emily Duffy, Jane Lee, Leah Garrity, Brian Thomas, Michele Snead, Melanee Piskai, Chloe Kekovic, Kevin Moore, Codey Young, Dominick Knowles, Richard Schulz, Quinn Gilman-Forlini, Collin Takita, Amanda Sierzega, Mara Koren, Epiphany Summers, Caitlin Jackson, Benjamin Jones, Joshua Hopkins-Desantis, Rebecca Galarza, Kelsey Knowles, Aubrey Atkinson, Michael Heimbaugh, Sophie Zander, Kendal Conrad, Nora Sternlof, Henry Willshire, Elijah Kineg, Joshua Hoffman, Maxwell Bicking, Andrew Tran, Arthur Robinson, Nicolas Shandera, Grace Buchele Mineta, Meaghan Geatens, Nina Petry, Sean Dolan, Kayla Sallada '17, Sam Cermignano

The Lantern Literary Magazines

• Strikes
• Pietro di Venezia
• To the Lover of Small Things
• Jim's Big Day
• Akademiks
• Redamancy
• A Love Poem for Arctia Caja
• Mother River
• The Lyrics to Your Song
• Nerves
• Gemini Season
• White Interface
• The Last Time I Played with Dolls
• The Mechanic
• My Goldfish
• Put Down Your Hammer
• Strip
• Hollywood
• Identity
• The Grey Zone
• Sophia
• When I Became a Poet
• Unbroken
• The Veteran Aeronaut
• I Have Running Water but They had the Stars
• Not A Nigga
• Mother, Adam, Eve
• From Fragile Seeds: A Palindrome
• Conspiring, The Spires
• Finally Working Out What Goes Where (God, For Example, is in His ...


Soliloquy At Dusk, Bob Harris Mar 2014

Soliloquy At Dusk, Bob Harris

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Turn low the lights

Half shut the shutters

Seek out the comfort

Of your favorite easy chair

And there

In the intermingled mists

Of lights and shadows

I shall relate to you

The Story

Of Robert Lee


Flames Along The Thames, Richard H. Jowitt Mar 2014

Flames Along The Thames, Richard H. Jowitt

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A thousand flames ascend on high;

A thousand voices shouting cry,

"Oh, God, why must you now deny

our homes!"


The Life Of A Pledge, Betty Lee Snyder Mar 2014

The Life Of A Pledge, Betty Lee Snyder

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Rush week, came, and after the whirl

I emerged a sorority girl

(Oh no-I mean a potential one--

My year as a pledge has just begun).


Two Poems, Mary Wiley Mar 2014

Two Poems, Mary Wiley

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Two poems: "Realism" and "Finale."


Question On A Street-Car, Jack Kilgore Mar 2014

Question On A Street-Car, Jack Kilgore

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"What do tired-eyed people live for?

They seem to have no joy."

"They have their joys the same as we;

Be silent, little boy."


Shadows, Donald Bradley Mar 2014

Shadows, Donald Bradley

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Oh silent strength

dont vanish yet.


Written On A Wet Page., Tommy O'Rourke Mar 2014

Written On A Wet Page., Tommy O'Rourke

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I could spell it out

in eyelashes but the invisible

boa constrictors that spring out

from your pupils

to strangle and decipher

every scribble are too busy shedding

their scales to sound out "delicate."


(No Title), Tommy O'Rourke Mar 2014

(No Title), Tommy O'Rourke

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Distilled crystals

in the fine print.


Antidepressants, Ella Paul Mar 2014

Antidepressants, Ella Paul

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Sometimes

I don't believe in anything


The Body Of Christ, Bob Barrick Mar 2014

The Body Of Christ, Bob Barrick

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The scent of embalming fluid

from bearing the pall at my grandfather's funeral--


She's Much More Than Cool, Earl Townsend Mar 2014

She's Much More Than Cool, Earl Townsend

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Mussolini's in the parking garage eating Fettuccini Alfredo.

I'm in a museum eating squirrel from Philadelphia.

Sometimes I take a shower with nothing else to do.


4 Tricks To Make Her Orgasm- Askmen, Bob Barrick Mar 2014

4 Tricks To Make Her Orgasm- Askmen, Bob Barrick

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Her shoulder, white like a page.

Her sex; her words.


Fate, Phillipa Schreiber Mar 2014

Fate, Phillipa Schreiber

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Clacking little wooden beads.

Moved by stronger will than ours.