Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four <br />hearers in the racket of the market <br />with ancient signs, infamous characters, <br />new rythms. On the steps he was beloved, <br />hours a day, by all his four, or more, <br />depending. And they paid him. <br /> <br />It was not, so, like no one listening <br />but critics famed & Henry's pals or other <br />tellers at all <br />chiefly in another country. No. <br />He by the heart & brains & tail, because <br />of their love for it, had them. <br /> <br />Junk he said to all them open-mouthed. <br />Weather wóuld govern. When the monsoon spread <br />its floods, few came, two. <br />Came a day when none, though he began <br />in his accustomed way on the filthy steps <br />in a crash of waters, came.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-71-spellbound-held-subtle-henry-all-h/
