Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it, <br />the whole humiliating Human round, <br />out of this & that. <br />He made a-many hearts go pit-a-pat <br />who now need never mind his nostril-hair <br />nor a critical error laid bare. <br /> <br />He endured fifty years. He was Randall Jarrell <br />and wrote a-many books & he wrote well. <br />Peace to the bearded corpse. <br />His last book was his best. His wives loved him. <br />He saw in the forest something coming, grim, <br />but did not change his purpose. <br /> <br />Honest & cruel, peace now to his soul. <br />He never loved his body, being full of dents. <br />A wrinkled peace to this good man. <br />Henry is half in love with one of his students <br />and the sad process continues to the whole <br />as it swarmed & began.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-121-grief-is-fatiguing-he-is-out-of-i/
