IN THE NOISELESS NIGHT, memories come back that have been scattered through the years. They are waiting now to be excused properly, perhaps even to be resized, making them more manageable. If you remember your first black-and-white television program, have ever sat at a soda fountain on a red, spinning barstool, or had your hair done up in pin curls, you are a child of the fifties. Here is childhood remembered in poetry.