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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 2, June 1941
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---STAR SONG--- VISION (Re-printed from the FAPA magazine, Vision.) I like to think of you as standing on a hill In silhouette against a dust-enshrouded sky, Somewhere in Sarucene, that olden kingdom Created for you in my dreams. ... Across the still Of twilight comes a fragment of the song upon Your lips: an old song, older than the world; all in One octave. ... You are flame-begotten, and the thing Short strands of fate are woven not for you, nor on The scroll of time does your name rest. ... Now, quietly, The triple moons arise and bathe, mysteriously, Your slender, weaving form in fluctuant streams of light. I watch your silken hair, your eyes, your satin skin Blend with a thousand softly-tinted shadows in The progress of the deep, kaleidoscopic night. --Robert W. Lowndes. LIGHTS Lights, Myriads of lights That twinkle and sparkle Among orbs -- Shining orbs, magnetic, reminiscent Of the mysteries of the Orient. Where they lead, where they go Even the hoary-headed sages do not know. Still they are there Twinkling in their luminescent gold. How long, how old Are these attractions? Lights, Myriads of lights That twinkle and sparkle Among orbs Some say they lead to the land --- The land beyond the shadows. --Harry Jenkins, Jr. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Filler. Continued from page 23. no more long stories because I get all wore out stopping for his periods. I expect mr cummings is about the best in the business when it comes to riting periods. well I hope mr Campbell prints my letter because then I will get a lot of pen-pals because look what is happening to you. well dont forget to let me no if there is a opening for a good newspaper reporter in your city. I am ready to go. gosh I bet you and me would have fun talking over our favorite ritors. Yorn, Artemus K Poppadopolis
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---STAR SONG--- VISION (Re-printed from the FAPA magazine, Vision.) I like to think of you as standing on a hill In silhouette against a dust-enshrouded sky, Somewhere in Sarucene, that olden kingdom Created for you in my dreams. ... Across the still Of twilight comes a fragment of the song upon Your lips: an old song, older than the world; all in One octave. ... You are flame-begotten, and the thing Short strands of fate are woven not for you, nor on The scroll of time does your name rest. ... Now, quietly, The triple moons arise and bathe, mysteriously, Your slender, weaving form in fluctuant streams of light. I watch your silken hair, your eyes, your satin skin Blend with a thousand softly-tinted shadows in The progress of the deep, kaleidoscopic night. --Robert W. Lowndes. LIGHTS Lights, Myriads of lights That twinkle and sparkle Among orbs -- Shining orbs, magnetic, reminiscent Of the mysteries of the Orient. Where they lead, where they go Even the hoary-headed sages do not know. Still they are there Twinkling in their luminescent gold. How long, how old Are these attractions? Lights, Myriads of lights That twinkle and sparkle Among orbs Some say they lead to the land --- The land beyond the shadows. --Harry Jenkins, Jr. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Filler. Continued from page 23. no more long stories because I get all wore out stopping for his periods. I expect mr cummings is about the best in the business when it comes to riting periods. well I hope mr Campbell prints my letter because then I will get a lot of pen-pals because look what is happening to you. well dont forget to let me no if there is a opening for a good newspaper reporter in your city. I am ready to go. gosh I bet you and me would have fun talking over our favorite ritors. Yorn, Artemus K Poppadopolis
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