John Berryman - Dream Song 57: In a state of chortle sin--once he reflected

John Berryman - Dream Song 57: In a state of chortle sin--once he reflected

In a state of chortle sin—once he reflected, br swilling tomato juice—live I, and did br more than my thirstier years. br To Hell then will it maul me? for good talk, br and gripe of retail loss? I dare say not. br I don't thínk there's that place br br save sullen here, wherefrom she flies tonight br retrieving her whole body, which I need. br I recall a 'coon treed, br flashlights, & barks, and I was in that tree, br and something can (has) been said for sobriety br but very little. br br The guns. Ah, darling, it was late for me, br midnight, at seven. How in famished youth br could I forsee Henry's sweet seed br unspent across so flying barren ground, br where would my loves dislimn whose dogs abound? br I fell out of the tree.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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