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Phanteur, whole no. 3, July 1946
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5 PHANTEUR 5 Gray Day The sky is gray, and the rain. The pines stand black and stark Against the sky. Creatures Of Madness, born of the Dark, Mock and gibber malignly Among the treetops. In vain I strive not to see them. Eyes closed, I turn away; but my fear Will not leave me. Their night-mare features Stay with me, sharp and clear, Graven upon my brain. ---: oo0oo :--- Tryst by James Russell Gray I loved a woman once, when I was young, Whose eyes were fire, whose hair was like the sky On moonless nights; but something froze my tongue; She never knew, unless she guessed, that I Adored her so. She took long walks alone, Always at night, and once I followed her Into the darkness--for my doubts had grown To monstrous size. I watched the shadows stir; A man-like figure waited in a glade Beside a marshy, shallow little creek; The woman kissed her lover, and they made A terrifying picture cheek to cheek; And horror worked within my soul like yeast-- The creature had the muzzle of a beast! ---: oo0oo :--- Clairvoyance I see the trails of rocket jets Among the stars. I see the trails but I cannot see The cargo. The rocket-trails are the same Whether the cargo be Life Or Death. ---: oo0oo :--- Memory Either that sound Is the rustle of wind-driven leaves and cold rain hitting the window-- Or it is the murmur of swarms of monkey-feet That run and leap through branches overhead, That throng through swaying treetops Ten million years ago. Some part of me which is the ghost of them Awakes, Sees through their eyes and hears the sounds they heard, Lives only for the swift sure swing of hand on branch, and leap, and hand and foot on branch, and leap, and Someday the ghost of me will walk In something else's mind-- Some cold autumn day When the wind drives the leaves and the rain. ---Chan Davis ---: oo0oo :---
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5 PHANTEUR 5 Gray Day The sky is gray, and the rain. The pines stand black and stark Against the sky. Creatures Of Madness, born of the Dark, Mock and gibber malignly Among the treetops. In vain I strive not to see them. Eyes closed, I turn away; but my fear Will not leave me. Their night-mare features Stay with me, sharp and clear, Graven upon my brain. ---: oo0oo :--- Tryst by James Russell Gray I loved a woman once, when I was young, Whose eyes were fire, whose hair was like the sky On moonless nights; but something froze my tongue; She never knew, unless she guessed, that I Adored her so. She took long walks alone, Always at night, and once I followed her Into the darkness--for my doubts had grown To monstrous size. I watched the shadows stir; A man-like figure waited in a glade Beside a marshy, shallow little creek; The woman kissed her lover, and they made A terrifying picture cheek to cheek; And horror worked within my soul like yeast-- The creature had the muzzle of a beast! ---: oo0oo :--- Clairvoyance I see the trails of rocket jets Among the stars. I see the trails but I cannot see The cargo. The rocket-trails are the same Whether the cargo be Life Or Death. ---: oo0oo :--- Memory Either that sound Is the rustle of wind-driven leaves and cold rain hitting the window-- Or it is the murmur of swarms of monkey-feet That run and leap through branches overhead, That throng through swaying treetops Ten million years ago. Some part of me which is the ghost of them Awakes, Sees through their eyes and hears the sounds they heard, Lives only for the swift sure swing of hand on branch, and leap, and hand and foot on branch, and leap, and Someday the ghost of me will walk In something else's mind-- Some cold autumn day When the wind drives the leaves and the rain. ---Chan Davis ---: oo0oo :---
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