Dream Song 113: or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld

or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld

That isna Henry limping. That's a hobble

clapped on mere Henry by the most high GOD

for the freedom of Henry's soul.

—The body's foul, cried god, once, twice, & bound it—

For many years I hid it from him successfully—

I'm not clear how he found it

But now he has it—much good may it do him

in the vacant spiritual of space—

only Russians & Americans

to as it were converse with—weel, one Frenchman

to liven up the airless with one nose

& opinions clever & grim.

God declared war on Valerie Trueblood,

against Miss Kaplan he had much to say

O much to say too.

My memory of his kindness comes like a flood

for which I flush with gratitude; yet away

he shouldna have put down Miss Trueblood.