Oh servant Henry lectured till <br />the crows commenced and then <br />he bulbed his voice & lectured on some more. <br />This happened again & again, like war,— <br />the Indian p.a.'s, such as they were, <br />a weapon on his side, for the birds. <br /> <br />Vexations held a field-monsoon. <br />He was Introduced, and then he was Summed-up. <br />He was put questions on race bigotry; <br />he put no questions on race bigotry <br />constantly. <br />The mad sun rose though on the ghats <br /> & the saddhu in maha mudra, the great River, <br /> <br />and Henry was happy & beside him with excitement. <br />Beside himself, his possibilities; <br />salaaming hours of half-blind morning <br />while the rainy lepers salaamed back, <br />smiles & a passion of their & his eyes flew <br />in feelings not ever accorded solely to oneself.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-24-oh-servant-henry-lectured-till/
