Oh, when I was in love withyou, Then I was clean and brave,

And miles around the wonder grew How well I did behave. ‘

And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain,

And miles around they’ll say that I

Am quite myself again.

—a. e. housman

u

. APRIL. 1970

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Women and men (b1 cared for anyone not they sowed their is sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but and. down they forgo autumn winter spring that noone loved him

when by now and tre she laughed his joy sp bird by snow and sti anyone’s any was all

someones married the laughed ther cryings (sleep wake hope an: said their nevers the;

stars rain sun moon (and only the snow c how children are apt with up so ﬂoating

one day anyone died i (and noone stopped t busy folk buried the

little by little and w all by all and deep by and more by more th noone and anyone ear wish by spirit and if

Women and men (bo summer autumn winte reaped their sowing i sun moon stars rain

.

’0 Duty, ‘

Why hast thou not the visage of a sweetie or a, cutie? ‘

Why glitter they spectacles so ominously? 1

Why art thou clad so abominously? ‘

Why art thou so different from Venus

And why do thou and l have so few interests mutually in common between us?

Why art thou fifty per cent martyr

And fifty-one per cent Tartar?

Why is thy unfortunate wont

To try to attract people by calling on them either to leave undone the deeds they like, or to do the deeds they don't?

Why art thou so like an April post-mortem

Or something that died in the ortumn?

Above all. why dost thou continue to hound me?

Why art thou always albatrosst hanging around me?

Thou so ubiquitous,

And I so iniquitous. ’

I seem to be the one person in the world thou art perpetual]! preaching at who or to who; '

“Whatever looks like fun, there art thou standing beth

me and it, calling yoo-hoo. , A 0 Duty, Duty! How noble a man should I be hadst thou the visage Of a sweetie or a cutie: “

But as it is thou art so much forbiddinger‘ than a WOde‘ house hero's forbiddingest aunt V I That in the words of the poet, When Duty whispers low, Th0“ must, this erstwhile youth replies. I Just can’t. ' . _.ogdeﬂ “Sh