He wondered: Do I love? all this applause, <br />young beauties sitting at my feet & all, <br />and all. <br />It tires me out, he pondered: I'm tempted to break laws <br />and love myself, or the stupid questions asked me <br />move me to homicide— <br /> <br />so many beauties, one on either side, <br />the wall's behind me, into which I crawl <br />out of my repeating voice— <br />the mike folds down, the foolish askers fall <br />over theirselves in an audience of ashes <br />and Henry returns to rejoice <br /> <br />in dark & and still, and one sole beauty only <br />who never walked near Henry while the mob <br />was at him like a club: <br />she saw through things, she saw that he was lonely <br />and waited while he hid behind the wall <br />and all.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-118-he-wondered-do-i-love-all-this-ap/
