I was sleeping the other night, alone, thanks to the exterminator.
Dream Song 38: The Russian grin bellows his condolence
by John Berryman
The Russian grin bellows his condolence
tÃ³ the family: ah but it's Kay,
& Ted, & Chris & Anne,
Henry thinks of: who eased his fearful way
from here, in here, to there. This wants thought.
I won't make it out.
Maybe the source of noble such may come
clearer to dazzled Henry. It may come.
I'd say it will come with pain,
in mystery. I'd rather leave it alone.
I do leave it alone.
And down with the listener.
Now he has become, abrupt, an industry.
Professional-Friends-Of-Robert-Frost all over
gap wide their mouths
while the quirky medium of so many truths
is quiet. Let's be quiet. Let us listen:
â€”What for, Mr Bones?
â€”while he begins to have it out with Horace.