Winter 2000

Number 31

Winter Wassails

Tom Disch, Bruce Berger,
Jack Little

Featured Poet:
Frederick Turner

 

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NOW WHY I ASK YOU

Now why I ask you
Do won and won make too
And why I ask some more
Do too and too make for
And why I further state
Do for and for make ate?
Won too for ate they go
But why I do not know.

WILLARD ESPY

 

NEW YORK COUNTING RHYME

Each face you see
has a brain behind it
That's hard to bear
in mind on a street
as busy as this

Each mouth has once
received a kiss
if only Mom's
Each gut was given
its sufficiency

Each hand has felt
the otherness of
a larger hand
it learned to love

Each set of toes
within its shoe
did service as
an abacus
and taught a tot
to count to five

This is a church
and this its steeple
and here's at least
ten million people

TOM DISCH