Dream Song 100

His Toy, His Dream, His Rest (1969)

How this woman came  by the courage, how she gotthe courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hotnight of the eight of July,where it came from, did once the Lord frown downupon her ancient cradle thinking ‘This onewill do before she die

for two and seventy years of chipped indignitiesat least,’ and with his thunder clapped a promise?In that far away townwho looky upon my mother with shame & ragethat any should endure such pilgrimage,growled Henry sweating, grown

but not grown used to the goodness of this womanin her great strength, in her hope superhuman,no, no, not used at all.I declare a mystery, he mumbled to himself,of love, and took the bourbon from the shelfand drank her a tall one, tall.

His Toy, His Dream, His Rest (1969)