A Small Dream <br /> <br />It was only a small dream of the Golden World, <br />now you trot off to bed. I'll turn the machine off, <br />you've danced & trickt us enough. <br />Unintelligible whines & imprecations, hurled <br />from the second floor, fail to impress your mother <br />and I am the only other <br /> <br />and I say go to bed! We'll meet tomorrow, <br />acres of threats dissolve into a smile, <br />you'll be the Little Baby <br />again, while I pursue my path of sorrow <br />& bodies, bodies, to be carried a mile <br />& dropt. Maybe <br /> <br />if frozen slush will represent the soul <br />which is to represented in the hereafter <br />I ask for a decree <br />dooming my bitter enemies to laughter <br />advanced against them. If the dream was small <br />it was my dream also, Henry's.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-132-a-small-dream/
