Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout <br />or murmur. Pals alone enormous sounds <br />downward & up bring real. <br />Loss, deaths, terror. Over & out, <br />beloved: thanks for cabbage on my wounds: <br />I'll feed you how I feel:— <br /> <br />of avocado moist with lemon, yea <br />formaldehyde & rotting sardines O <br />in our appointed time <br />I would I could a touch more fully say <br />my consentless mind. The senses are below, <br />which in this air sublime <br /> <br />do I repudiate. But foes I sniff! <br />My nose in all directions! I be so brave <br />I creep into an Arctic cave <br />for the rectal temperature of the biggest bear, <br />hibernating—in my left hand sugar. <br />I totter to the lip of the cliff.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-120-foes-i-sniff-when-i-have-less-to/
