As he grew famous—ah, but what is fame?— <br />he lost his old obsession with his name, <br />things seemed to matter less, <br />including the fame—a television team came <br />from another country to make a film of him <br />which did not him distress: <br /> <br />he enjoyed the hard work & he was good at that, <br />so they all said—the charming Englishman <br />among the camera & the lights <br />mathematically wandered in his pub & livingroom <br />doing their duty, as too he did it, <br />but where are the delights <br /> <br />of long-for fame, unless fame makes him feel easy? <br />I am cold & weary, said Henry, fame makes me feel lazy, <br />yet i must do my best. <br />It doesn't matter, truly. It doesn't matter truly. <br />It seems to be solely a matter of continuing Henry <br />voicing & obsessed.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-133-as-he-grew-famous-mdash-ah-but-wh/
