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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