When worst got things, how was you? Steady on? <br />Wheedling, or shockt her & <br />you have been bad to your friend, <br />whom not you writing to. You have not listened. <br />A pelican of lies <br />you loosed: where are you? <br /> <br />Down weeks of evenings of longing <br />by hours, NOW, a stoned bell, <br />you did somebody: others you hurt short: <br />anyone ever did you do good? <br />You licking your own old hurt, <br />what? <br /> <br />An evil kneel & adore. <br />This is human. Hurl, God who found <br />us in this, down <br />something . . . We hear the more <br />sin has increast, the more <br />grace has been caused to abound.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-20-the-secret-of-the-wisdom/
