Rendering of a poem in Filipino by E. SAN JUAN, Jr. (published in SALUD ALGABRE AT IBA PANG TULA by E. San Juan, Jr., University of San Agustin Press, Iloilo, 2007; and with accompanying English..."

xxi      Then Orfeo descended on the bed Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave. From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red. "Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!" The Steward..."

ORFEO AND ETAIN or      "JUST FOR GRINS" a politically correct romance (if those terms are not mutually exclusive) by Glen Fitch dedicated to Joan B. Gratz      Dear..."

Hell Yeah! By MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) Uh oh… the words are all piling up, the jumbled semantics of poets and preachers, politicians of serious..."

xxxviii      With both his hands he struck the gate. "Who dares to come untaken?" someone cried. He pounded once again. He couldn't wait To see his dear Etain. "Let me inside! It's cold..."

xxvix      When he awoke his forehead throbbed in pain. Until he found his harp he stumbled round. No shadow fell. He heard a hunting strain, A thunderous din, the sound of horse and hound...."

The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still. I am the tree that one time was a maid, But that was long..."

lxix    When they approached they knocked upon the gate. The agèd Porter asked, "Who are you two Who dare to call on us. You know it's late." Etain cried out, "We'll sing and play for..."

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 They rose and hand in hand toward home went on their way. lxv      They knew they wouldn't find that grafted tree When first the cherry orchard came at hand. But what a shock! No, how..."