It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. <br />Weather's severe there, which it will not mind. <br />I miss it. <br />O happies before & during & between the times it got married. <br />I hate the love of leaving it behind, <br />deteriorating & hopeless that. <br /> <br />The great Uh climbed above me, far above me, <br />doing the north face, or behind it. Does He love me? <br />over, & flout. <br />Goodness is bits of outer God. The house-guest <br />(slimmed-down) with one eye open & one breast <br />out. <br /> <br />Slimmed-down from by-blow; adoptive-up; was white. <br />A daughter of a friend. His soul is a sight. <br />—Mr Bones, what's all about? <br />Girl have a little: what be wrong with that? <br />Yóu free? —Down some many did descend <br />from the abominable & semi-mortal Cat.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-80-op-posth-no-3/
