Lillian Morrison's poems are concerned with the ""fauna"" of the street, with champions of stickball and the blues, sprinters, old ladies sitting and singing in the park. Her Jersey City is full of women manning information booths, office boys, men children dreaming, athletes of many aspects. She calls them up with a Clear eye, without sentimentality, with a clean style that does not pause to pose. Her aged are ""blear eyed babes in a darkening wood""; her tribute to Billie Holiday ends: ""Oh sure champion, elegant lady,/ lulled at lasts,/ sleep easy."" Pleasant.