Lament Comments
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
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I enjoy this poem for I see it toying with the sounds of words, as much as anything else.
I tried to comment earlier then I met him once and together we helped him home to his apartment from the White Horse in Greenwich Village. He was too drunk and I was too young. But I learn to appreciate his poem Lament. And I knew one day I too wood lament.
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7/23/2025 5:24:46 PM # 1.0.0
Impossible to translate this without losing its special qualities