RHYMES FOR A BOMBED-OUT NURSERY

Lullaby

Alone a child is crying, he knows
The land is coming to its end.
His mother lies 'cross iron rails
Her head tattooed with iron nails.
Airplanes fly home for their beers
'Mid cheers from a million hands
There women lie limp, their feet in sheers
While naked men are making their peers.

When will the wind stand still?

The men are marching through the trees
Eating salt and sugar
All ears, all eyes, all shivers
Their priest lies torn to slivers.
Birds of paradise stand on his knees,
Eating his wafers, corpus Christi,
Great leaves fall, the men all sneeze
The birds in Paradise are singing sweetly.

The rain falls slowly to burn the town
Fire eats up its rivers,
The marble streets melt, the church turns brown,
The generals are scratching their kippers
Never never; never never
The people chant as they drown
Peace, Paix, Pace, Pax
The slain keep falling down.

Barnett B. Newman is a painter who has organized several exhibitions of primitive art and of modern American painting. He has also written a number of articles on art which have appeared in South American reviews.

The Tiger's Eye

COPY

May 18, 1950

Dear Barney —

In checking through our index we
found no record of your being paid for your
page in #3 issue - The Object and the Image.
So - here it is! --

Best to you and Analee

Ruth