Dream Song 27

77 Dream Songs (1964)

The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:Brownies, please come.To Henry in his sparest times sometimesthe little people spread, & did friendly things;then he was glad.

Pleased, at the worst, except with the man, he shookthe brightest winter sun.All the green livesof the great delta, hours, hurt his migrant heartin a safety of the steady ‘plane. Please, pleasecome.

My friends,—he has been known to mourn,—I’ll die;live you, in the most wild, kindly, greenpartly forgiving wood,sort of forever and all those human singsclose not your better ears to, while good Springreturns with a dance and a sigh.

77 Dream Songs (1964)