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The Magpie Sings the Great Depression:
Selections from DeWitt Clinton High School's Literary Magazine, 1929-1942

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Break It Gently

By Richard Avedon

The Magpie, January 1941, v. 25, n. 1, p. 8.


Every Spring I find I must
Plant my flowers, watch them grow,
Stand aside and see them prosper,
Help them in what ways I know;
Baby violets, rows of sweet pea,
Little daisies, cool and neat,
Daffodils and marigolds,
Perfect roses, pale and sweet.
I wrote this before it hit my cranium
That my flower pot holds but one geranium!


To find oneself among the cream
Of New York's social brace and beam
One must see sights. One has to bare
The Battery, Bronx, and God Knows Where.
One simply has to circulate
From Ulysses S. Grant to the Empire State—
From the Museum of Art to that triple alliance,
The museums of Industry, Nature and Science.
Socially I've missed the mark. I never got further than Central Park!


This verse is a verse to a lonely fawn.
She lost all her pals through constant quarreling,
And now she stands friendless from evening to dawn—
She's everyone's deer, but nobody's darling!

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