Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four hearers in the racket of the market with ancient signs, infamous characters, new rythms. On the steps he was beloved, hours a day, by all his four, or more, depending. And they paid him. It was not, so, like no one listening but critics famed & Henry's pals or other tellers at all chiefly in another country. No. He by the heart & brains & tail, because of their love for it, had them. Junk he said to all them open-mouthed. Weather wóuld govern. When the monsoon spread its floods, few came, two. Came a day when none, though he began in his accustomed way on the filthy steps in a crash of waters, came.
Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 28 Jun 2025 8:13 AM | Viewed: 4099 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...