And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding <br />across malignant half my years or so? <br />One evil faery <br />it was workt night, with amoroso pleasing <br />menace, the panes shake <br />where Lie-by-the-fire is waiting for his cream. <br /> <br />A tiger by a torrent in rain, wind, <br />narrows fiend's eyes for grief <br />in an old ink-on-silk, <br />reminding me of Delphi, and, <br />friend Quo, once was safe <br />imagination as sweet milk. <br /> <br />Let all the flowers wither like a party. <br />And now you have abandoned <br />own your young & old, the oldest, people <br />to a solitudinem of mournful communes, <br />mournful communes. <br />Status, Status, come home.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-32-and-where-friend-quo-lay-you-hidin/
