Summer 1944 • Vol. VI No. 3 Poetry |

Hide and Seek

(After Tchelitchew’s picture in the Museum of Modern Art)               For my daughter 1. Aetat. 5 Through the vines’ tangle and the terror of leaves,Thrust on by the tenor drum of the cricket,Her small feet bruised by the twigs, she weavesIn the dusk, to know life is a thicket. I spy Evan! No, the boy’s a bushThe bush has thorns. But Nancy there!Nancy dear, come out with a rushBefore the oak’s arm grabs my hair. Oh Nancy, tell me, are you dead?I’ll give you back the doll I stole,I’ll give you my picture books and my redJacket if only you’ll stand there whole! Yoo-hoo! where are you, children all?Where is my house, where is the town?The woods are deep, the grass is tall,A snake has my ankle and is pulling me down! The night’s too dark and the world’s too big,I can’t solve it all in my little head,There’s a bear on the branch and a toad on the twig,I want to be back in my nice warm bed! 2. Aetat. 13 Prodiga

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