An American poet considered one of the founders of the Confessional school of poetry.. American poet and scholar
Dream Song 13: God bless Henry
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat,
with a thatch of hair on his head
in the beginning.
Henry was not a coward. Much.
He never deserted anything; instead
he stuck, when things like pity were thinning.
So may be Henry was a human being.
Let's investigate that.
... We did; okay.
He is a human American man.
That's true. My lass is braking.
My brass is aching. Come & diminish me, & map my way.
God's Henry's enemy. We're in business ... Why,
what business must be clear.
I couldn't feel more like it. â€”Mr. Bones,
as I look on the saffron sky,
you strikes me as ornery.