When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought <br />This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake up. <br />That was more years ago <br />than I care to reckon, and my friend is not <br />dying but adhering to an élite group <br />in California O. <br /> <br />Why did I never wake, when covered with blood <br />I saw my fearful friend, his nerves are bad <br />with the large strain of moving, <br />I see his motions, stretcht on his own rack, <br />our book is coming out in paperback, <br />Henry has not ceased loving <br /> <br />but wishes all that blood would flow away <br />leaving his friend crisp, ready for all <br />in the new world O. <br />I see him brace, and on that note I pray <br />the blood recede like an old folderol <br />and he spring up & go.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-130-when-i-saw-my-friend-covered-with/
