He died in December. He must descend
Somewhere, vague and cold, the spirit and seal.
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The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar
there, no sweet freeway, and no premises
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Here, whence
all have departed orwill do, here airless, where
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Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or
storm out the message for her only ear
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Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applying
Wafer and wine to the human wound, we laid
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They pointed me out on the highway, and they said
'That man has a curious way of holding his head.'
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Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart.
Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood
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General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General,
Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all
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In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes
they slid like wonder, women tall & small,
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The surly cop looked out at me in sleep
insect-like. Guess, who was the insect.
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Ill lay he long, upon this last return,
unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital
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Under the table, no. That last was stunning,
that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.
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Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees
Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.
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The weather was fine. They took away his teeth,
white & helpful; bothered his backhand;
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Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,
fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,
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Love her he doesn't but the thought he puts
into that young woman
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Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid?
Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made?
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Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,
bred when he was brittle, bred when big,
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Supreme my holdings, greater yet my need,
thoughtless I go out. Dawn. Have I my cig's,
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I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing,
and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good
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Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell
where in theior racing start his seat got wedged
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Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four
hearers in the racket of the market
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The taxi makes the vegetables fly.
'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait.
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The conclusion is growing . . . I feel sure, my lord,
this august court will entertain the plea
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In slack times visit I the violent dead
and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel
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Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up.
Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise
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In a state of chortle sin—once he reflected,
swilling tomato juice—live I, and did
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In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces,
of liberations, and beloved faces,
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The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.
Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:
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Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda
in a land no crueller, and over the walls
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