The dream songs
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Hofmann, Michael,1957 August 25- writer of introduction
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9780374530662
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Huffy Henry.
Big buttons, cornets : the advance.
A stimulant for an old beast.
Filling her compact & 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. posth. no. 1.
Op. posth. no. 2.
Op. posth. no. 3.
Op. posth. no. 4.
Op. posth. no. 5.
Op. posth. no. 6.
Op. posth. no. 7.
Op. posth. no. 8.
Op. posth. no. 9.
Op. posth. no. 10.
Op. posth. no. 11.
Op. posth. no. 12.
Op. posth. no. 13.
Op. posth. no. 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 & 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 & 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 in.
Ten Songs.
Being almost ready now.
Panic & shock, together.
Halfway to death.
Draw on your resources.
Vietnam.
Stomach & 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 & amazed.
Hung by a thread.
With shining strides.
Nothing!
Henry, weak at keyboard music.
Come & dance.
Come again closer.
How are you?
His mother wrote good news.
Henry lay cold & 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 & 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 & 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 & golden.
The Irish sky is raining.
What gall had he in him.
I broke a mirror.
You dear you.
Of grace & fear.
Golden his mail came.
Henry in transition.
The Irish have.
Henry Comforted.
Shifted his mind.
Cold & golden ... The forest tramped.
Three in heaven I hope.
Maris & Valerie.
Like the sunburst.
The Danish priest has horns.
An Instructions to critics.
Fallen leaves & 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 & Idle.
Having escaped.
Steps almost unfamiliar.
O land of Connolly & Pearse.
I gave my love a cookie.
Churchill was ever-active.
An elegy for W.C.W., the lovely man.
Control it now.
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 & 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 pub.
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.
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