1.28.2004

from Dream Song # 308 (An Instruction to Critics):


My baby chatters.  I feel the end is near
& strong of my large work, which will appear,
and baffle everybody.
They'll seek the strange soul, in rain & mist,
whereas they should recall the pretty cousins they kissed,
and stick with the sweet switch of the body.


Do you hear Yeats there? Here's cousin Julie & Henry.

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