- Hollo, Anselm
Sojourner Microcosms: New and Selected Poems 1959-1977
Blue Wind Press, Berkeley, 1977, Wraps, , , ISBN 0912652381 , Very Good
286 pp. + index. Light bumps to corners. The line extending from top to bottom of cover, visible in photo, seems to be in the artwork and is not a crease in the cover. With a foreward by Robert Creeley and an afterword by Edward Dorn. Frontispiece full-page photo portrait of Hollo in b&w by Layle Silbert. Contents: Foreword by Robert Creeley; Author's Note; Maya: 1966-67; 1967-69; Sensation 27: 1969-72; Some Worlds: 1972-73; Black Book: 1971-74; The Anima Abstract 1975; Motes & Paramecia: Motes 1975-76, Paramecia 1967-1976; Lingering Tangos: 1976-77; Afterword by Edward Dorn; Other books by Anselm Hollo; index to titles and first lines. "his name is / polysyllabic chaos, chinese / in the lobby of administration / where i wait for you--from "waiting for you at Tousled State College.";"/imgs/000939.jpg;/imgs/000939b.jpg;
PRELUDE From "The New Day"
The night was dark, though sometimes a faint star A little while a little space made bright. The night was dark and still the dawn seemed far, When, o'er the muttering and invisible sea, Slowly, within the East, there grew a light Which half was starlight, and half seemed to be The herald of a greater. The pale white Turned slowly to pale rose, and up the height Of heaven slowly climbed. The gray sea grew Rose-colored like the sky. A white gull flew Straight toward the utmost boundary of the East Where slowly the rose gathered and increased. There was light now, where all was black before: It was as on the opening of a door By one who in his hand a lamp doth hold (Its flame being hidden by the garment's fold), — The still air moves, the wide room is less dim. More bright the East became, the ocean turned Dark and more dark against the brightening sky — Sharper against the sky the long sea line. The hollows of the breakers on the shore Were green like leaves whereon no sun doth shine, Though sunlight make the outer branches hoar. From rose to red the level heaven burned; Then sudden, as if a sword fell from on high, A blade of gold flashed on the ocean's rim.Richard Watson Gilder [1844-1909]