John Berryman
John Berryman
Dan Rosenberg
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
Dan Rosenberg
Dan Rosenberg
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
John Berryman
There is an eye, there was a slit.
Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
The strangler tree, the dancing mouse
confound his vision; then they loosen it.
Henry widens. How did Henry House
himself ever come here?
Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent
when loth at landfall soft I leave.
The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe,
shout commands I never heard.
They march about, dying & absurd.
Toddlers are taking over. O
ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge
on a weary-daring man.
What now can be cleared up? from the Yard the visitors urge.
Belle thro' the graves in a blast of sun
to the kirk moves the youngest witch.
Watch.