Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,— <br />I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,— <br />he thought he had to think <br />or with a razor like a skating-rink <br />have more to say or more to them downtown <br />in the Christmas season, like a hobby. <br /> <br />Their letters will, released, shake the mapped world <br />at some point, in the National Geographic. <br />(Friend, that hurt.) <br />It's horrible how near she was my hurt <br />in the old days—now she's a lawyer twirled <br />halfway around her finger <br /> <br />and I am elated & vague for love of her <br />and she is chilly & lost for love of me <br />and we are for each other <br />that which needs which, corresponding to Henry's mother <br />but which can not have, like the lifting sea <br />over each other's fur.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-117-disturbed-when-henry-s-love-retur/
