A Thurn <br /> <br />Among them marble where the man may lie <br />lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, <br />'O rare Ben Jonson', <br />dictator too, & the thinky other Johnson, <br />dictator too, backhanders down of laws, <br />men of fears, weird & sly. <br /> <br />Not of these least is borne to rest. <br />If grandeur & mettle prompted his lone journey <br />neither oh crowded shelved <br />nor this slab I celebrates attest <br />his complex slow fame forever (more or less). <br />I imagine the Abbey <br /> <br />among their wonders will be glad of him <br />whom some are sorry for his griefs across the world <br />grievously understated <br />and grateful for that bounty, for bright whims <br />of heavy mind across the tiresome world <br />which the tiresome world debated, complicated.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-126-a-thurn/
