How this woman came by the courage, how she got <br />the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot <br />night of the eight of July, <br />where it came from, did once the Lord frown down <br />upon her ancient cradle thinking 'This one <br />will do before she die <br /> <br />for two and seventy years of chipped indignities <br />at least,' and with his thunder clapped a promise? <br />In that far away town <br />who looky upon my mother with shame & rage <br />that any should endure such pilgrimage, <br />growled Henry sweating, grown <br /> <br />but not grown used to the goodness of this woman <br />in her great strength, in her hope superhuman, <br />no, no, not used at all. <br />I declare a mystery, he mumbled to himself, <br />of love, and took the bourbon from the shelf <br />and drank her a tall one, tall.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-100-how-this-woman-came-by-the-courag/
