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Page 24 Only for a half-page ad space. Spaces are limited. Reserve yours today! Page 25 To me, fair friend, you never can be old (Sonnet 104) William Shakespeare To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey d, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn d, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn d, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv d; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv d: For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty s summer dead. Collectors Marion Strobel The barnacle of crowds Like a tuck On a finished skirt, unnoticed He collected his material Covertly: A ragpicker, A scavenger of words. And the gleanings Of his hearing He would costume In his own words, And parade before A listener. HERE ON PAGE 25 Prairie Spring Willa Cather Evening and the flat land, Rich and sombre and always silent; The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness; The growing wheat, the growing weeds, The toiling horses, the tired men; The long empty roads, Sullen fires of sunset, fading, The eternal, unresponsive sky. Against all this, Youth, Flaming like the wild roses, Singing like the larks over the plowed fields, Flashing like a star out of the twilight; Youth with its insupportable sweetness, Its fierce necessity, Its sharp desire, Singing and singing, Out of the lips of silence, Out of the earthy dusk. So that now, Across the tea-cup, He was telling Of his research, Of his study, Of his deep thought-out Conclusions. And the lady, Connoisseur of old thoughts Bound in new gilt bindings, Smiled approval At the finding Of another curio To place HERE ON PAGE 25
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