Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don't <br />feel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat. <br />He wants to have eaten. <br />Tremor, heaves, he sweaterings. He can't. <br />A dizzy swims of where is Henry at; <br />. . . somewhere streng verboten. <br /> <br />How come he sleeps & sleeps and sleeps, waking like death: <br />locate the restorations of which we hear <br />as of profound sleep. <br />From daylight he got maintrackt, from friends' breath, <br />wishes, his hopings. Dreams make crawl with fear <br />Henry but not get up. <br /> <br />The course his mind his body steer, poor Pussy-cat, <br />in weakness & disorder, will see him down <br />whiskers & tail. <br />'Wastethrift': Oh one of cunning wives know that <br />he hoardy-squander, where is nor downtown <br />neither suburba. Braille.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-49-blind/
