All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, <br />Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place <br />as many times he did. <br />She's there now, having left yesterday. I held <br />her cousin's hand, all innocence, on the climb to the tower. <br />Her cousin is if possible more beautiful than she is. <br /> <br />All over the world grades are being turned in, <br />and isn't that a truly gloomy thought. <br />It's June, God help us, when the sight we fought <br />clears. One day when I take my sock <br />off the skin will come with it <br /> <br />and I'll run blood, horrible on the floor <br />the streaming blood reminds me of my love. <br />Wolves run in & out <br />take wolves, but terrible enough <br />I am dreaming of my love's hair & all her front teeth are false <br />as were my anti-hopes.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-176-all-that-hair-flashing-over/
