Homage to Mistress Bradstreet, 31 (audio only)
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Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
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Dream Song 29
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late.
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“Pass Me the Kleenex”
Pass me the Kleenex.
Here he is now, here, and I do nothing.
I am aware of a necessity of moving
but I do nothing.
It’s something structural, like anthrax.
Here he is now, here; & I do nothing.
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