7 JANUARY 1949, Page 16

I AM Only one thing—

And a thousand ways I seek to conceal This precious right.

Only one light—

And yet these eyes Must look upon The clouds that hide The distant moon.

Strange simplicity That compels complexity

In its solution.

In my aloneness

I lose my solitude—

I find the self akin To the world. Soon I will go to the world And find myself Still a child, but knowing Of my childhood.

SIBYL jACAMO.