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Dream Song 127: Again, his friend's death made the man sit still

Again, his friend's death made the man sit still

and freeze inside—his daughter won first price—

his wife scowled over at him—

It seemed to be Hallowe'en.

His friend's death had been adjudged suicide,

which dangles a trail

longer than Henry's chill, longer than his loss

and longer than the letter that he wrote

by John Berryman

Dream Song 118: He wondered: Do I love? all this applause

He wondered: Do I love? all this applause,

young beauties sitting at my feet & all,

and all.

It tires me out, he pondered: I'm tempted to break laws

and love myself, or the stupid questions asked me

move me to homicide—

so many beauties, one on either side,

the wall's behind me, into which I crawl

by John Berryman

Dream Song 110: It was the blue & plain ones I forget all that

It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that.

My own clouds darkening hung.

Besides, it wasn't serious.

They took them in different rooms & fed them lies.

'She admitted you wanted to get rid of it.'

'He told us he told you to.'

The Force, with its rapists con-men murderers,

has been our Pride (trust Henry) eighty years;—

by John Berryman

Dream Song 109: She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in

She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in,

degraded Henry, at the ebb of love—

O at the end of love—

in undershorts, with visitors, whereof

we can say their childlessness is ending. Love

finally took over,

after their two adopted: she has a month to go

and Henry has (perhaps) many months to go

by John Berryman

Dream Song 117: Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby

Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,—

I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,—

he thought he had to think

or with a razor like a skating-rink

have more to say or more to them downtown

in the Christmas season, like a hobby.

Their letters will, released, shake the mapped world

at some point, in the National Geographic.

by John Berryman

Dream Song 108: Sixteen below Our care like stranded hulls

Sixteen below. Our care like stranded hulls

litter all day our little Avenues.

It was 28 below.

No one goes anywhere. Fabulous calls

to duty clank. Icy dungeons, though,

have much to mention to you.

At Harvard & Yale must Pussy-cat be heard

in the dead of winter when we must be sad

by John Berryman

Dream Song 123: Daples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north

Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north,

I have nothing to say except that it dapples my floor

and it would dapple me

if I lay on that floor, as-well-forthwith

I have done, trying well to mount a thought

not carelessly

in times forgotten, except by the New York Times

which can't forget. There is always the morgue.

by John Berryman

Dream Song 114: Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines

Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines.

When ich when was ever not in trouble?

But did he whip out whines

afore? And when check in wif ales & lifelines

anyone earlier O?—Some, now, Mr Bones,

many.—I am fleeing double:

Mr Past being no friends of mine,

all them around: Sir Future Dubious,

by John Berryman

Dream Song 101: A shallow lake, with many waterbirds

A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,

especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,

An extraordinary vivid dream

of Betty & Douglass, and Don—his mother's estate

was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.

He showed me around.

A policeman trundled a siren up the walk.

It was 6:05 p.m., Don was late home.

by John Berryman

Dream Song 100: How this woman came by the courage

How this woman came by the courage, how she got

the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot

night of the eight of July,

where it came from, did once the Lord frown down

upon her ancient cradle thinking 'This one

will do before she die

for two and seventy years of chipped indignities

at least,' and with his thunder clapped a promise?

by John Berryman

Dream Song 26: The glories of the world struck me

The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once.

—What happen then, Mr Bones?

if be you cares to say.

—Henry. Henry became interested in women's bodies,

his loins were & were the scene of stupendous achievement.

Stupor. Knees, dear. Pray.

All the knobs & softnesses of, my God,

the ducking & trouble it swarm on Henry,

by John Berryman

Dream Song 105: As a kid I believed in democracy: I

As a kid I believed in democracy: I

'saw no alternative'—teaching at The Big Place I ah

put it in practice:

we'd time for one long novel: to a vote—

Gone with the Wind they voted: I crunched 'No'

and we sat down with War & Peace.

As a man I believed in democracy (nobody

ever learns anything): only one lazy day

by John Berryman