Freedsong: Dream Song

Our Box Henry hid    away. John Berryman’s Ol’ Henry sulked. I see his point—he was trying to put one over. It was that he thought that we thought he could do it that breaks our Henry out this-a-way. So, here he will come out and talk. All the world like a fool-bent lover once did see from Ol’ Henry’s side. Here comes a departure: hereafter, something falls out. Now, it might go fraught. Let us see how Box Henry, pried open for all to see, survives. What he has now to say is a long wonder the world can bear and see. Once, with his black-face worn, John was glad all at the top. And he sang. Here, in this land where some strong be, let Box Henry grow in every head. From Dream Song 1