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Harold Norse

Poetry

Autumn 1951

Volutes

By Harold Norse

All day, its guns saluting in our ears, the turquoise water pounded purple rocks, beaten like tall drums. Fasten the years, ah, batten them down fast, the pounding years that […]

Poetry

Autumn 1951

The Photograph

By Harold Norse

1. This little square of time, this black and white emblem—all other things are shaded, only this square is not. Only this rude rectangle argues the absolute. Here in the […]