this world is gonna kill me yet
So, I thought I would write something angsty, something cringing, something I could look back at later and say "My God, did I actually write that? Was that irrelevancy so important then?" and laugh. But then I thought that you all would much rather read this, which is good:
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Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.
What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.
-John Berryman, Dream Song 1
1
Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.
What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.
-John Berryman, Dream Song 1