All we were going strong last night this time, <br />the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiris <br />were downing, supine on the floor lay Lise <br />listening to Schubert grievous & sublime, <br />my head was frantic with a following rime: <br />it was a good evening, and evening to please, <br />I kissed her in the kitchen -ecstasies- <br />among so much good we tamped down the crime. <br /> <br />The weather's changing. This morning was cold, <br />as I made for the grove, without expectation, <br />some hundred Sonnets in my pocket, old, <br />to read her if she came. Presently the sun <br />yellowed the pines & my lady came not <br />in blue jeans & a sweater. I sat down & wrote.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-115-all-we-were-going-strong-last-night-t/
