Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? <br />Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? <br />and questions of that sort <br />perplexed the bulging cosmos, O in short <br />was sandalwood in good supply when he <br />flared out of history <br /> <br />& the obituary in The New York Times <br />into the world of generosity <br />creating the air where are <br />& can be, only, heroes? Statues & rhymes <br />signal his fiery Passage, a mountainous sea, <br />the occlusion of a star: <br /> <br />anything afterward, of a high lament, <br />let too his giant faults appear, as sent <br />together with his virtues down <br />and let this day be his, throughout the town, <br />region & cosmos, lest he freeze our blood <br />with terrible returns.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-79-op-posth-no-2/
