My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, <br />God send it soon. When I had most to say <br />my tongue clung to the roof <br />I mean of my mouth. It is my Lady's birthday <br />which must be honoured, and has been. God send <br />it soon. <br /> <br />I now must speak to my disciples, west <br />and east. I say to you, Do not delay <br />I say, expectation is vain. <br />I say again, It is my Lady's birthday <br />which must be honoured. Bring her to the test <br />at once. <br /> <br />I say again, It is my Lady's birthday <br />which must be honoured, for her high black hair <br />but not for that alone: <br />for every word she utters everywhere <br />shows her good soul, as true as a healed bone,— <br />being part of what I meant to say.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-112-my-framework-is-broken-i-am-comin/
