last two lines are excellent in particular.
happy birthday then. :)
KS
On 22/02/07, Jon Corelis <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Dream Song 153
>
> by John Berryman
>
> I'm cross with god who has wrecked this generation.
> First he seized Ted, then Richard, Randall, and now Delmore.
> In between he gorged on Sylvia Plath.
> That was a first rate haul. He left alive
> fools I could number like a kitchen knife
> but Lowell he did not touch.
>
> Somewhere the enterprise continues, not --
> yellow the sun lies on the baby's blouse --
> in Henry's staggered thought.
> I suppose the word would be, we must submit.
> Later.
> I hang, and I will not be part of it.
>
> A friend of Henry's contrasted God's career
> with Mozart's, leaving Henry with nothing to say
> but praise for a word so apt.
> We suffer on a day, a day, a day.
> And never again can come, like a man slapped,
> news like this.
>
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