To the Editors:

We, the undersigned, request that the Summer News set aside space in its subsequent issues for publication of more poems by Endis Endum (Erskine Witherspoon Kennedy), that we may, perhaps, compare the various styles and forms that he has used at various points in his literary development.

Patti Vogel

Karen Wilk

Harriet Pogul

Jean Baer

Goldie R. Waxman

Gayle B. Belkin

Dorrie Siegel

Vickie Brandt

(In accordance with this and other requests, a further selection of Mr. Kennedy's poems follows.--Ed.)

THE PRELUDE

I hope you people will like my poems

And I hope you will like my style.

And I hope none of you will go to sleep

And that no one will wiggle while

I hold forth with either dry or luscious

Material out of your line--

Or that may seem to you to be just bosh

Or a cheap way of killing time.

If you came to criticize--not enjoy

You'll get a stomach ache--like a boy.

Accept what is said and follow the gong.

All poetry is made of dreams

And dreams to imagination belong.

They deal much more with that which seems

Than with that which is or what ought to be.

Give imagination free rein--

As do the poets who write as they see.

And sometimes they see in the main

Into the future--what is yet to be--

Things not seen on the open sea. Writ Armistice Day, 1955

NOT DIVINE?

I saw a girl.

She was in form and grace, Divine

As though she had sprung from Heaven high.

My heart was in a great whirl.

I caught her eye.

On her face a smile appeared--

A smile of inward joy,

A smile of outward cheer.

Why in stilted coldness

Should I pass her by?

To her I gently spoke.

To me she kindly made reply.

She is not Divine.

Thank Heaven

She is better.

She is of human kind.   writ June 12, 1936