I've added a new barnacle to the bow of HG Poetics.

That's Roger Williams, for those of you who just arrived here. A WPA statue from the 1930s, he's gazing (from Prospect Park) over the town he founded, Providence. Providence is a theological concept. This was written down by the river. Hobo-man, Dark Lady in mind. (in many ways, these poems are glosses on the poetics of the name "Henry", as it appears in Berryman, Shakespeare, Dante, and, of course, throughout the Duchy of Grand Fenwick.)

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