Henry Hudson Looks at the Hudson

Henry Hudson make go rounded to me and said:

Be expressionless and able-bodied as me,

Be grim and virid stout as Cortez,

Double fastening yourself within

Like a warning wife, and be divorced

From nothing, at last be a statue

Of a self and threaten at night like a landing,

Turn to your river, like a monist upon a raft,

And always base your river on a fault,

Be blind and cent a mania on a rounded pillar

Obscured, finally, by a single collection of vapor of brick.

I have affection for you, that is why I do not talk

About your humorous desire to appease.

Rather complain, like a man, that there is no river.

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