Hey, out there!—assistant professors, full, <br />associates,—instructors—others—any— <br />I have a sing to shay. <br />We are assembled here in the capital <br />city for Dull—and one professor's wife is Mary— <br />at Christmastide, hey! <br /> <br />and all of you did theses or are doing <br />and the moral history of what we were up to <br />thrives in Sir Wilson's hands— <br />who I don't see here—only deals go screwing <br />some of you out, some up—the chairmen too <br />are nervous, little friends— <br /> <br />a chairman's not a chairman, son, forever, <br />and hurts with his appointments; ha, but circle— <br />take my word for it— <br />though maybe Frost is dying—around Mary; <br />forget your footnotes on the old gentleman; <br />dance around Mary.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-35-mla/
