'All virtues enter into this world:') <br />A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. <br />The Secretary of State for War, <br />winking it over, screwed a redhaired whore. <br />Monsignor Capovilla mourned. What a week. <br />A journalism doggy took a leak <br /> <br />against absconding coon ('but take one virtue, <br />without which a man can hardly hold his own') <br />the sun in the willow <br />shivers itself & shakes itself green-yellow <br />(Abba Pimen groaned, over the telephone, <br />when asked what that was:) <br /> <br />How feel a fellow then when he arrive <br />in fame but lost? but affable, top-shelf. <br />Quelle sad semaine. <br />He hardly know his selving. ('that a man') <br />Henry grew hot, got laid, felt bad, survived <br />('should always reproach himself'.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-66-all-virtues-enter-into-this-world/
