Industrious, affable, having brain on fire, <br />Henry perplexed himself; others gave up; <br />good girls gave in; <br />geography was hard on friendship, Sire; <br />marriages lashed & languished, anguished; dearth of group <br />and what else had been; <br /> <br />the splendour & the lose grew all the same, <br />Sire. His heart stiffened, and he failed to smile, <br />catching (enfit) on. <br />The law: we must, owing to chiefly shame <br />lacing our pride, down what we did. A mile, <br />a mile to Avalon. <br /> <br />Stuffy & lazy, shaky, making roar <br />overseas presses, he quit wondering: <br />the mystery is full. <br />Sire, damp me down. Me feudal O, me yore <br />(male Muse) serf, if anyfing; <br />which rank I pull.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-58-industrious-affable-having-brain-o/
