ISSUE: Spring 1941
Go far enough away from anything
In time or space (and space is only time)
And you have peace.
The clashes of the stars
Do not disturb the starlit night of earth.
And earthly wars if they are old enough
Make restful reading to a man in bed.
And so with distance that is neither space
Nor time.
The grass we walk upon is peaceful.
We can lie down on it and go to sleep,
Being too far above it ever to feel
The toil and competition of the roots,
Their struggle, slow frustration and defeat.
