Dream Song 25

77 Dream Songs (1964)

Henry, edged, decidedly, made up storieslighting the past of Henry, of his gloriouspresent, and his hoaries,all the bight heals he tamped— —Euphoria,Mr Bones, euphoria. Fate clobber all.—Hand me back my crawl,

condign Heaven. Tighten into a ballelongate & valved Henry. Tuck him peace.Render him sightless,or ruin at high rate his crampon focus,wipe out his need. Reduce him to the rest of us.—But, Bones, you is that.

—I cannot remember. I am going away.There was something in my dream about a Cat,which fought and sang.Something about a lyre, an island. Unstrung.Linked to the land at low tide. Cables fray.Thank you for everything.

77 Dream Songs (1964)