Issue 1, Spring 1953
The dove returns; it found no resting place;
It was in flight all night above the shaken seas;
Beneath ark eaves
The dove shall magnify the tiger’s bed;
Give the dove peace;
The split-tail swallows leave the sill at dawn,
At dusk blue swallows shall return.
On the third day the crow shall fly;
The crow, the crow, the spider-coloured crow,
The crow shall find new mud to walk upon.