Dream Song 68

John Berryman: Dream Song 68

77 Dream Songs (1964)

I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing,and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin goodthat one, that night of all,I feelin fari myself, taxes & thingsseem to be back in line, like everybody shouldand nobody in the snow on call

so, as I say, the house is given hellto Yellow Dog, I blowin like it tooand Bessie always dowhen she make a very big sound—after, well,no sound—I see she totterin—I cross which stageeven at Henry’s age

in 2-3 seconds: then we wait and see.I hear strange horns, Pinetop he hit some chords,Charlie start Empty Bed,they all come hangin Christmas on some treeafter trees thrown out—sick-house’s white birds’,black to the birds instead.

77 Dream Songs (1964)