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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse There is none like thee among the dancers; None with swift feet.

O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with untidy families, I have seen their smiles full of teeth and heard ungainly laughter. And I am happier than you are, And they were happier than I am; And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing.

You were praised, my books, because I had just come from the country; I was twenty years behind the times so you found an audience ready. I do not disown you, do not you disown your progeny. Here they stand without quaint devices, Here they are with nothing archaic about them.