About the poet
Mervyn Morris (b, 1937) remains one of the most resourceful and technically brilliant of...
‘Beware, beware their evil song:
they eat your flesh,
they bleach your bones,
you won’t last long.’
His vessel neared an island.
Shimmering calm. Air still.
across the green sea floating
paralysed his will.
O heaven within his reach,
he felt. And swam for shore.
His fortune waited, lolling on the beach.
from I been there, sort of: New and Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2006), copyright© Mervyn Morris 2006, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
Mervyn Morris Reading from his Poems