or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld
That isna Henry limping.
That's a hobble
clapped on mere Henry by the most high GOD
for the freedom of Henry's soul.
â€”The body's foul, cried god, once, twice, & bound itâ€”
For many years I hid it from him successfullyâ€”
I'm not clear how he found it
But now he has itâ€”much good may it do him
in the vacant spiritual of spaceâ€”
only Russians & Americans
to as it were converse withâ€”weel, one Frenchman
to liven up the airless with one nose
& opinions clever & grim.
God declared war on Valerie Trueblood,
against Miss Kaplan he had much to say
O much to say too.
My memory of his kindness comes like a flood
for which I flush with gratitude; yet away
he shouldna have put down Miss Trueblood.
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