Dream Song 113: or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld

 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.

—The body's foul, cried god, once, twice, & bound it—
For many years I hid it from him successfully—
I'm not clear how he found it

But now he has it—much good may it do him
in the vacant spiritual of space—
only Russians & Americans 
to as it were converse with—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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