Dream Song 42

77 Dream Songs (1964)

O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insanewith violent travel & death: consider mein my cast, your first son.Would you were I by now another one,witted, legged? I see you before me plain(I am skilled: I hear, I see)—

your honour was troubled: when you wondered—‘No’.I hear. I think I hear. Now full craze downacross our continentall storms since you gave in, on my pup-tent.I have of blast & counter to remercy youfor hurling me downtown.

We dream of honour, and we get along.Fate winged me, in the person of a caband your stance on the sand.Think it across, in freezing wind: withstandmy blistered wish: flop, there, to his blind songwho pick up the tab.

77 Dream Songs (1964)