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.
Â€”The body’s foul, cried god, once, twice, & bound itâ€”
For many years I hid it from him successfullyâ€”
I’m not clear how he found it
But now he has itâ€”much good may it do him
In the vacant spiritual of spaceâ€”
Only Russians & Americans
To as it were converse withâ€”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.