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Poetry

Summer 1959

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By Herbert Morris

First of the alphabet, my tongue has pondered visions of fluent sources, sheer beginnings, white acres and infinities of silence strewn in a wake behind us, brine of absence, so […]

Poetry

Summer 1959

Tony Said

By Herbert Morris

Make me a circus, Tony said, whose likes shall strip the habit of my breath away, and dream the breathing chastened into hoops from which blue acrobats juggle the planet […]

Poetry

Summer 1959

Fabulists

By Herbert Morris

More than the light of summer and the shimmer rising and faintly falling did they fashion, more than the fiction of the night and sea and colors of the water […]

Poetry

Spring 1957

The Road

By Herbert Morris

I like the story of the circus waif bought by the man-of-weights to be his mistress, Profit the demon dragging her to market and Lust the soul who paid in […]

Poetry

Spring 1956

Twenty-Eight

By Herbert Morris

      The porch supports riddled in rain and eaten with the sun   are undergoing that replacement keener than sheer naked boards       fragrant and young       beneath the plane, that deep displacement cleaner […]

Poetry

Spring 1956

This Alice

By Herbert Morris

She, too, the voyaging in doors and Keys, blue portals to the Indies in the seas, and cinnamon and sun at Creole teas. She, too, looked only forward with the […]