Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: <br />Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound <br />constantly, for so many years: <br />your high-jinks delighted the continents & our ears: <br />you had so many girls your life was a triumph <br />and you loved your one wife. <br /> <br />At dawn you rose & wrote--the books poured forth-- <br />you delivered infinite babies, in one great birth-- <br />and your generosity <br />to juniors made you deeply loved, deeply: <br />if envy was a Henry trademark, he would envy you, <br />especially the being through. <br /> <br />Too many journeys lie for him ahead, <br />too many galleys & page-proofs to be read, <br />he would like to lie down <br />in your sweet silence, to whom was not denied <br />the mysterious late excellence which is the crown <br />of our trials & our last bride.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-324-an-elegy-for-w-c-w-the-lovely-man/
