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in Siberia, the pressure upon every European gov- American recognition of Russia will help stop
ernment to intervene would be very great. European incitement of Japan, and if war comes, it-
There is one thing America can do, and should will help make possible an early negotiated peace.
do at once, and that is to recognize Russia. Whether Mr. Hoover has long professed his devotion to
there is to be a war depends primarily upon ob- world peace; recognition of Russia will demon^
scure and shifting forces Avithin Japan itself. But strate his sincerity. JONATHAN MiTCHELL.
TO HART CRANE
As you drank deep, as Tbor, did you tbink of milk or wine? magnetic beadacbes. Tbe will seeped from your blood. Seeds
Did you drink blood, wbile you drank tbe salt deep? of meaning popped from tbe pods of tbougbt. And you
or see tbrougb tbe film of ligbt, tbat sbarpened your rage fall. And tbe unseen
witb its stare, cburn of Time cbanges tbe pearl bued ocean;
a sbark, dolpbin, turtle? Did you not see tbe Cat like a pearl sbaped drop, in a buge water-clock
wbo, wben Tbor lifted ber, unbased tbe cubic ground? falling; from came to go, from come to went. And you fell.
You would drain fatbomless flagons to be slaked witb
Waters received you. Waters of our Birtb in Deatb dis-
vacuum.
solve you.
Tbe sea's teats bave suckled you, and you are sunk far
Now you bave willed it, may tbe Great Wasb take you.
in bubble-dreams, under swaying translucent vines
Wbile your Motber-Lover cleanses your woe away, and
of tbundering interior wonder. Eagles can never now
grief,
carry parts of your body, over cupped mountains
sbe bears you far away; and you are stilled in sleep
as emblems of tbeir anger, embers to fire self-bate
and snore no more. Your rage is gone on a brigbt flood
to otber wonders,* unfolding wbite, flaming vistas.
away; as, wben a bad friend beld out bis band;
Fisbes now look upon you, witb eyes wbicb do not gossip. you said, "Do not talk any more. I know you meant
Fisbes are never sbocked. Fisbes will kiss you, eacb no barm."
fisb tweak you; every kiss take bits of you away, Wbat was tbe soil wbence your anger sprang, wbo are
till your bones alone will roll, witb tbe Gulf Stream's deaf
swell. as tbe stones to tbe wbispering fligbt of tbe Mississippi's
So bas it been already, so bave tbe carpers and puffers rivers?
nibbled your carcass of fame, eacb to bis liking. Now Wbat did you see as you fell? Wbat did you bear as
i.n tides of noon, tbe bones of your tbougbt-suspended you sank?
structures Did it make you drunken witb bearing?
as you intended. Noon pulled your eyes witb small 1 will not ask any more. You saw or beard no evil.
J O H N WHEELWRIGHT.