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r 4' 2. i ' 3 I I I Vi I:- i s. I ; I 4 . A few moments before learning of her son'i death sitting on the porch , my grandmother in the rocking chair ' my mother and her sisters' on the steps , v the darkness comes ; ' and it is thick and -August ... w ' . . tm ' . "-, .fc ' ' , f, ' " t ''. ',i , . they watch the moon rise huge and yellow above -the fields and grandma says, oh my s look at that sad picture in the moon it looks just like a lady ' with her girls and they're all together crying oh, that's a sad picture , Snow falling this cold has burst the stars and snow falls and falls it is good to stand here in the snow, my breath rising the snow falling through the broken vein-work of black trees frozen . in mis fashion, held and holding the cold and falling snow Paternal silhouettes John Brehm John Brehm when I feel an indian summer wind, yet see the black naked tree out my Window, I shudder at winter! approach at' those golden wafers layered below that soon like popcorn seeds will burst white to cool and hide a warm fired earth- at that ...''' squirrel recovering a lost nut in the shadows of leaves Oh the winter comes fast here and slick, never departs until may-now , any comfort on a warm breeze does not account for the deathly beyond-even in spring, winter never quite withdraws its ephemeral tease to green buds and with its frosty tongue chides the naive-oh the constant regret of those warm days, the insincere thought of spring and winter winter seeping into the slow air like an ominous vapor fills a complete space Patricia Autremai Jl SSSsN'! ' V. Photo by Stav Boerner Untitled ' Never so sweet has life been on earth as the world we knew before our birth. . A time not our owri no sense of fear; like a story in the clouds that God is near. Once its life has begun its spirit is clear. Be it happy, not sad; Laughter, not tears. Shouid God hear this sigh from man's heart, woman's womb; "Please give life to this child ... we let die." Michael Haley . ? , Art; X I A I , ;. -.-"' - . - .': j, t " - "- ' r ' - - . : ' : ' Mr'" i -. - " ' " , . - - Alexandra's repetition i spent a year watching al sit facing the wall everynight raking her 5calp with her hands. her yawn squinting face used to drag straw-sandaled feet to the bar everynight. she's rude to the barmaid and cries in her beer 'til the.guy on her left hovers, brushing her hair and tears with his hands; their Alsatian eyes begin to get drunk- ' drunk with longing for someone to take home. home again everynight she savors each note on the record,- she alone after - bottles of beer, swaggering harpsicordV lulls her upstairs where she trips over shoes in the hall. the next day redfaced requests I walk much softer and ray voice be turned ' to a whisper; x not moving not speaking -with her face to the wall alexandra shaking. Patricia Autremai EDITOR? NOTE: Writers who would like to submit fie- N tion or poetry for publication in Fathom are invited to bring their work to the Daily Nebraskan office, Room 34, . Nebraska Union. The deadline for the next issue b March. 12.:.- - j - , ,.f ::"-: Daily Ntbrmkm photo friday, march 2 1979 pCj3 8 fathom