Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes and goes.
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His mother goes.
The mother comes & goes.
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then
that dragoner's mother was gone.
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,
While he drawing his first breath,
while skinning his knees,
while he was so beastly with love for Charlotte Coquet
he skated up & down in front of her house
wishing he could, sir, die,
while being bullied & he dreamt he could flyâ€”
during irregular verbsâ€”them world-sought bodies
safe in the Arctic lay:
Strindberg rocked in his niche, the great AndrÃ©e
by muscled Fraenkel under what's of the tent,
torn like then limbs, by bears
over fierce decades, harmless.
Up in pairs
go we not, but we have a good bed.
I have said what I had to say.
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