1982 Yearbook
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Title
1982 Yearbook
Description
Forgive Me, Nature
When I died I
wanted to tell
The crackling
icerain hitting
The window
that
I did not
mean
All I had said.
Pat McHenry
segaml
na ekil ,flesym ta hgual I
eht ni nees veT egaml
— srorriM fo esuoH
dna sepahs eht yb detrotsiD
,ssalg eht fo snoisulll
,elbignat etiuq ton tey ,erehT
noitpecrep fo dlrow a ni tsoL
,ssalg gnikool eht kaerb ot diarfA
.em si tsohg eht diarfA
htimS ybliK ibboR
I
Falling dusk, milling crowd, tension bared —
Tobacco town on Saturday night.
Earthy people, bound to their crop and how it's fared.
Falling dusk, milling crowd, tension bared —
Jealousies and hatreds noisily aired,
Angry People, spoiling for a fight.
Falling dusk, milling crowd, tension bared —
Tobacco town on Saturday night.
II
Upon your earthly face I looked once more
And there not death but love suspended lay,
Negating grief. Just so, each time before
I left, we'd touch, you quietly would say,
"We'll meet again." Oh, we have fought between
Us, you and I, and made compact again
With no words spoke, like leaves returning green
With winter fled. But no death broke us then.
And yet I found no ruin in your face.
A winter season only. If there is
Communion's gift beyond this dormant place,
Then I, here in suspension, ache with this:
A mourning and a seeking winter's prayer
That I, with you and Love, will soon bloom there.
Kathleen McCormack
114
When I died I
wanted to tell
The crackling
icerain hitting
The window
that
I did not
mean
All I had said.
Pat McHenry
segaml
na ekil ,flesym ta hgual I
eht ni nees veT egaml
— srorriM fo esuoH
dna sepahs eht yb detrotsiD
,ssalg eht fo snoisulll
,elbignat etiuq ton tey ,erehT
noitpecrep fo dlrow a ni tsoL
,ssalg gnikool eht kaerb ot diarfA
.em si tsohg eht diarfA
htimS ybliK ibboR
I
Falling dusk, milling crowd, tension bared —
Tobacco town on Saturday night.
Earthy people, bound to their crop and how it's fared.
Falling dusk, milling crowd, tension bared —
Jealousies and hatreds noisily aired,
Angry People, spoiling for a fight.
Falling dusk, milling crowd, tension bared —
Tobacco town on Saturday night.
II
Upon your earthly face I looked once more
And there not death but love suspended lay,
Negating grief. Just so, each time before
I left, we'd touch, you quietly would say,
"We'll meet again." Oh, we have fought between
Us, you and I, and made compact again
With no words spoke, like leaves returning green
With winter fled. But no death broke us then.
And yet I found no ruin in your face.
A winter season only. If there is
Communion's gift beyond this dormant place,
Then I, here in suspension, ache with this:
A mourning and a seeking winter's prayer
That I, with you and Love, will soon bloom there.
Kathleen McCormack
114
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/7089