A Letter From The Publisher: Jan. 12, 1970

Weave, weave the music of the


So that it moves Our listenings, our loves.

Stir, ever so gently, the rustle of

the breeze

In the old trees.

Beech, maple, ash, elm. oak—

Tell over the soft idiom they


To still, to quiet air.

THESE lines by Rolfe Humphries were written in response to a TIME reader's comment on an earlier Humphries poem. The first work was commissioned by TIME and accompanied our story on the reopening of Belmont Park race track in 1968. Humphries, himself a racing buff, set down his own memories of Belmont's sights, sounds and hues. Reader Robert F. Kelley of Manhattan wrote TIME'S...

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