| Description |
xx, 427 pages ; 22 cm |
| Note |
Previously published separately under titles: 77 dream songs (1964) and His toy, his dream, his rest (1968). |
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Includes indexes. |
| Contents |
Huffy Henry. -- Big buttons, cornets : the advance. -- A stimulant for an old beast. -- Filling her compact and delicious body. -- Henry sats. -- A capital at wells. -- 'The prisoner of Shark Island' with Paul Muni. -- The weather was fine. -- Deprived of his enemy. -- There were strange gatherings. -- His mother goes. -- Sabbath. -- God bless Henry. -- Life, friends. -- Let us suppose. -- Henry's pelt. -- Muttered Henry. -- A strut for Roethke. -- Here, whence. -- The secret of the wisdom. -- Some good people. -- Of 1826. -- The lay of Ike. -- Oh servant Henry. -- Henry, edged. -- The glories of the world. -- The greens of the Ganges delta. -- Snow line. There sat down, once. -- Collating bones. -- Henry Hankovitch. -- And where, friend Quo. -- An apple arc'd. -- My mother has your shotgun. -- MLA. -- The high ones die. -- Three around the Old Gentleman. His malice. The Russian grin. Goodbye, sir. -- I'm scared a lonely. -- If we sang in the wood. -- O journeyer. -- 'Oyez, oyez!' -- Tell it to the forest fire. -- He stared at ruin. -- I am outside. -- April Fool's Day, or, St. Mary of Egypt. -- He yelled at me in Greek. -- Blind. -- In a motion of night. -- Our wounds to time. -- Silent song. -- He lay in the middle of the world. -- 'No visitors'. -- Peter's not friendly. -- Hell is empty. -- In a state of chortle sin. -- Industrious, affable. -- Henry's Meditation in the Kremlin. -- Afters eight years. -- Full moon. -- That dark-brown rabbit. -- Bats have no bankers. -- Supreme my holdings. -- A freaking angle. -- 'All virtues. -- I don't operate often. -- I heard, could be. -- Love her he doesn't. -- Disengaged, bloody. -- Spellbound. -- The elder presences. -- Karesansui, Ryoan-ji. -- Henry hates the world. -- Turning it over. -- Henry's confession. -- Seedy Henry. -- Op. posthumous numbers 1. -- Op. posthumous numbers 2. -- Op. posthumous numbers 3. -- Op. posthumous numbers 4. -- Op. posthumous numbers 5. -- Op. posthumous numbers 6. -- Op. posthumous numbers 7. -- Op. posthumous numbers 8. -- Op. posthumous numbers 9. -- Op. posthumous numbers 10. -- Op. posthumous numbers 11. -- Op. posthumous numbers 12. -- Op. posthumous numbers 13. -- Op. posthumous numbers 14. -- Room 231 : the forth week. -- General fatigue. -- Ill lay he long. -- The surly cop. -- Under the table. -- Henry of Donnybrook. -- I met a junior. -- Temples. -- How this woman came. -- A shallow lake. -- The sunburnt terraces. -- I consider a song. -- Welcome, grinned Henry. -- As a kid. -- 28 July. -- Three 'coons come at his garbage. -- Sixteen below. -- She mentioned 'worthless'. -- It was the blue and plain ones. -- I miss him. -- My framework is broken. -- Or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld. -- Henry in trouble. -- Her properties. -- Through the forest, followed. -- Disturbed, when Henry's love. -- He wondered : Do I love?. -- Fresh-shaven, past months. -- Foes I sniff. -- Grief is fatiguing. -- He published his girl's bottom. -- Dapples my floor the eastern sun. -- Behold I bring you tidings. -- Bards freezing, naked. -- A Thurn. -- Again, his friend's death. -- A hemorrhage of his left ear. -- Thin as a sheet. -- When I saw my friend. -- Come touch me baby. -- A small dream. -- As he grew famous. -- Sick at 6. -- I heard said. -- While his wife earned. -- Many's the dawn. -- Combat assignment. -- Green grieves the prince. -- Henry is vanishing. -- One was down on the Mass. -- The animal moment, when. -- That's enough of that. -- My orderly tender. -- Also I love him:. -- These lovely motions of the air. -- Henry's mind grew blacker. -- Glimmerings. -- This world is gradually. -- He had followers. -- Bitter and bleary. -- I bid you then. -- I'm cross with god. -- Flagrant his young male beauty. -- I can't get him out of my mind. -- I give inches -- Ten Songs. -- Being almost ready now. -- Panic and shock, together. -- Halfway to death. -- Draw on your resources. -- Vietnam. -- Stomach and arm. -- Three limbs. -- An orange moon. -- I have strained everything. -- Henry's mail. -- The old poor. -- Books drugs. -- I can't read any more. -- Go, ill-sped book. -- Your face broods from my table. -- In mem. : R. P. Blackmur. -- Kyrie Eleison. -- Old King Cole. -- All that hair. -- Am tame now. -- Above the lindens. -- A terrible applause. -- The Translator -- I. -- The Translator II. -- Buoyant, chockful of stories. -- News of God. -- Failed as a makar. -- The drill was after. -- There is a swivelly grace. -- Them lady poets. -- There is a kind of undetermined hair. -- The soft small snow. -- The doomed young envy the old. -- The autumn breeze. -- Love me love me. -- Henry's friend throat. -- If all must hurt at once. -- I stalk my mirror. -- I see now all these deaths. -- (I saw in my dream. -- I held all solid. -- I dangle on the rungs. -- I am interested and amazed. -- Hung by a thread. -- With shining strides. -- Nothing! -- Henry, weak at keyboard music. -- Come and dance. -- Come again closer. -- How are you? -- His mother wrote good news. -- Henry lay cold and golden. -- Mr. Blackmur, what are the holy cities. -- Forgoing the Andes. -- With relief to public action. -- Wan shone my sun. -- Which brandished goddess. -- Took Henry tea down. -- Scads a good eats. -- Some remember. -- Fortune gave him to know. -- So long? Stevens. -- If we're not Jews. -- I poured myself out thro' my tips. -- It was a difficult crime. -- It's wonderful the way. -- Lonely in his great age. -- Pereant qui ante nos nostra dixerunt. -- Phantastic thunder. -- Profoundly troubled. -- The Father of the Mill. -- They laid their hands on Henry. -- There are voices, voices. -- Ode. -- They work not well on all. -- Cantatrice. -- The Carpenter's son. -- Tears Henry shed. -- When Henry swung. -- When in the flashlights' flare. -- Henry's Programme for God. -- Am I a bad man?. -- Air with thought thick. -- Father being the loneliest word. -- About that 'me'. -- An undead morning. -- Calamity Jane lies very still. -- A wake-song. -- Flaps, on winter's first day. -- Henry walked. -- Snowy of her breasts. -- Bushes lay low. -- Sad sights. -- Walking, Flying -- I. -- Walking, Flying -- II. -- Walking, Flying -- III. -- Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Harris. -- My twin, the nameless one. -- Henry rested. -- The thunder and the flaw. -- Scarlatti spurts his wit. -- Does then our rivalry. -- Tides of dreadful creation. -- Restless, as once in love. -- The tenor of the line. -- You couldn't bear to grow old. -- I always wanted. -- I don't know one damned butterfly. -- Dinch me, dark God. -- Can Louis die?. -- Henry, absent on parade. -- Acres of spirits. -- This fellows keeps on. -- Why then did he make. -- The subject was her. -- Survive -- exist -- . -- It's lovely just here now. -- July 11. -- Henry's Farewell -- I. -- Henry's Farewell -- II. -- Henry's Farewell -- III. -- Leaving behind. -- Decision taken. -- The following gulls. -- Richard and Randall. -- Shrouded the great stars. -- The hand I shook. -- Much petted Henry. -- So Henry's enemy's lost. -- A best word across a void. -- In neighbourhoods. -- It is, after all her!. -- Why is Ireland. -- Cold and golden. -- The Irish sky is raining. -- What gall had he in him. -- I broke a mirror. -- You dear you. -- Of grace and fear. -- Golden his mail came. -- Henry in transition. -- The Irish have. -- Henry Comforted. -- Shifted his mind. -- Cold and golden . . . The forest tramped. -- Three in heaven I hope. -- Maris and Valerie. -- Like the sunburst. -- The Danish priest has horns. -- An Instructions to critics. -- Fallen leaves and litter. -- His gift receded. -- Famisht Henry ate. -- I have moved to Dublin. -- The Irish sunshine is lovely but. -- Penniless, ill, aborad. -- Behind me twice. -- Blow upon blow. -- My mother threw a tantrum. -- Happy and Idle. -- Having escaped. -- Steps almost unfamiliar. -- O land of Connolly and Pearse. -- I gave my love a cookie. -- Churchill was ever-active. -- An elegy for W. C. W., the lovely man. -- Control it now. |
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-- My right food being colder. -- Freud was some wrong about dreams. -- I write with my stomach. -- Henry on LSD. -- The twiss is a tidy bundle. -- This is the third. -- Trunks and impedimenta. -- And now I've sent. -- Thrums up from nowhere. -- In his complex investigations. -- Henry as a landlord. -- The mind is incalculable. -- According to the Annals. -- A maze of drink said. -- The secret is not praise. -- The dialogue, aet.51. -- Fan-mail from foreign countries. -- Another directory form to be corrected. -- Herbert Park, Dublin. -- Anarchic Henry. -- Henry's very rich American friends. -- The day was dark. -- 700 years? -- The great Bosch in the Prado. -- All the girls. -- Animal Henry sat reading. -- The Cabin. -- These massacres of the superior peoples. -- The only people in the world. -- Slattery's, in Ballsbridge. -- With fried excitement. -- Henry's pride in his house. -- The Gripe. -- In sleep, of a heart attack. -- The universe has gifted me. -- The Armada song. -- And now I meet you. -- I cast as feminine. -- There is one book. -- Henry, a foreigner . -- Chilled in this Irish publishing -- Henry's crisis. -- At a gallop through his gat.ss. -- My eyes. -- Drum Henry out, called some. -- His helplessness. -- Christmas again. -- Father Hopkins. -- The beating of a horse. -- To the edge of Europe. -- From the French hospital in New York, 901. -- Cave-man Henry. -- At Henry's bier. -- It brightens with power. -- The marker slants. -- My daughter's heavier. |
| Subject |
American poetry.
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American poetry. (OCoLC)fst00807348
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| ISBN |
0374143978 |
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9780374143978 |
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