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Small Songs to Moral BeautyAuthor(s): Julia FieldsSource: Callaloo, No. 1 (Dec., 1976), p. 44Published by: The Johns Hopkins University PressStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/3050675 .
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SMALL SONGS TO MORAL BEAUTY
by lulia Fields
You can see, even in the all-pervading darkness That the
celebrated- even the
venerated- Thieves
who were once "announced" by others in their blindness have glided away so that the people
who stroll need
not wait for their long cars To pass before they can walk
in the streets.
MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE
by Julius E. Thompson What a price we pay
for putting our hands into our mouths for a little consideration.
It never ends, and so we run away from ourselves, hoping that in the end someone somewhere will save us.
But it's later than we think, and nobody's out tonight, nobody's out tonight.
SMALL SONGS TO MORAL BEAUTY
by lulia Fields
You can see, even in the all-pervading darkness That the
celebrated- even the
venerated- Thieves
who were once "announced" by others in their blindness have glided away so that the people
who stroll need
not wait for their long cars To pass before they can walk
in the streets.
MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE
by Julius E. Thompson What a price we pay
for putting our hands into our mouths for a little consideration.
It never ends, and so we run away from ourselves, hoping that in the end someone somewhere will save us.
But it's later than we think, and nobody's out tonight, nobody's out tonight.
(For Ai & "The Hitchhiker")
(For Ai & "The Hitchhiker")
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