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UntitledAuthor(s): Michael MorseSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 23, No. 2 (Spring - Summer, 1993), p. 104Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20153416 .
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Two Poems Michael Morse
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That a body might sag with many weights and buoy itself with the word,
although the word fails its captain
many a time and to/for no avail
we of the lesser rank do toil:
take a town called Agnes with its fine people and subpar soil,
its metal gate and burnt red brick
with a clutch of blue gray lichen spin. All night a mayor's words echoed in my head
and wanting this language myself and others much like me
found the outskirts of Agnes and I swear our clapping came like rain.
There were stairs past heavy doors
on shrill hinges and finally a window
looking out over a town,
still Agnes perhaps, all but lights now and our eyes tracking out to lights end
where water lays a black tarp, where captains look east and want,
out of the blue, their little red-red.
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