Dream Song 37

77 Dream Songs (1964)

Three around the Old Gentleman

His malice was a pimple down his goodbig face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorryMr Frost has left:I like it so less I don’t understood—he couldn’t hear or see well—all we sift—but this is a bad story.

He had fine stories and was another manin private; difficult, always. Courteous,on the whole, in private.He apologize to Henry, off & on,for two blue slanders; which was good of him.I don’t know how he made it.

Quickly, off stage with all but kindness, now.I can’t say what I have in mind. Bless Frost,any odd god around.Gentle his shift, I decussate & command,stoic deity. For a while here we possessedan unusual man.

77 Dream Songs (1964)