Dream Song 36

77 Dream Songs (1964)

The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who’s there?—Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on your side.I smell your grief.—I sent my grief away. I cannot careforever. With them all align & again I diedand cried, and I have to live.

—Now there you exaggerate, Sah. We hafta die.That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.—Yes; that makes sense.But what makes sense between, then? What if Iroiling & babbling & braining, brood on why andjust sat on the fence?

—I doubts you did or do. De choice is lost.—It’s fool’s gold. But I go in for that.The boy & the bearlooked at each other. Man all is tossed& lost with groin-wounds by the grand bulls, cat.William Faulkner’s where?

(Frost being still around.)

77 Dream Songs (1964)