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John Berryman - Dream Song 89: Op. posth. no. 12

In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes
they slid like wonder, women tall & small,
of every shape & size,
in many languages to lisp 'We do'
to Henry almost waking. What is the night at all,
his closed eyes beckon you.

In the Marriage of the Dead, a new routine,
he gasped his crowded vows past lids shut tight
and a-many rings fumbled on.
His coffin like Grand Central to the brim
filled up & emptied with the lapse of light.
Which one will waken him?

O she must startle like a fallen gown,
content with speech like an old sacrament
in deaf ears lying down,
blazing through darkness till he feels the cold
& blindness of his hopeless tenement
while his black arms unfold.

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Poet: John Berryman
Poem: 89. Dream Song 89: Op. posth. no. 12
Volume: His Toy, His Dream, His Rest
Year: Published/Written in 1968
Poem of the Day: Dec 16 2004
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