Turning it over, considering, like a madman <br />Henry put forth a book. <br />No harm resulted from this. <br />Neither the menstruating stars (nor man) was moved <br />at once. <br />Bare dogs drew closer for a second look <br /> <br />and performed their friendly operations there. <br />Refreshed, the bark rejoiced. <br />Seasons went and came. <br />Leaves fell, but only a few. <br />Something remarkable about this <br />unshedding bulky bole-proud blue-green moist <br /> <br />thing made by savage & thoughtful <br />surviving Henry <br />began to strike the passers from despair <br />so that sore on their shoulders old men hoisted <br />six-foot sons and polished women called <br />small girls to dream awhile toward the flashing & bursting <br /> tree!<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-75-turning-it-over-considering/
