It is indifferent to the fat man's pleasure in the couple, To the woman in the arms she most desires.

The insect dips away.

Attracted by the sparks its shell strikes, The fat man traces its cold flight X Along the row of poplars.

Its fire reminds him of the painting In which a shaft of sun rests upon a blank of polished copper; In the mirror's ground the Greek bride floats, Dark in all that brightness, And in that mirror Warm.

THE FAIR

By DABNEY STUART (First Place)

#4 once you told me to get in here You could have jumped The fence. I Admired that you should choose The Main Gate, touch Money, exchange Something of Yours for Something of the management's, (The shape of the ticket Window reminded you said the guillotine) That was before I Noticed the fence, the shreds Of silk whipping like flags On those hungry palings, Before I knew No matter how You get in here You pay for it.

#8 I don't remember that Skeleton whose hand's In mine, and I've been Through this fun house Before

#9 So much to sell This barker Maintains histories In the inflections of his wares, Is so ravished By the scholarship Which redeems a season's Losses, wins Like an evangelist so many Souls to the skin's show, It's a wonder Anything's left Of his own life.

#20 Looked on Forgotten Mindlessly judged fit For their own world The giant stands The midget stands They stand Next to themselves Under no pretense By their extremes Bordering unmistakably The proportions Of insignificance.

#27 Ooo la la Mama O gobadaddy Hot And so forth what A combol When they get together Like this to the tune of Such music drives you Out of your mind Absolutely so what's left What else can you Expect by Twisting Twisting?

All Poems Copyright 1962 -- Harvard Summer New