|
Berryman,
John
An American poet considered one of the founders of the Confessional school of poetry.. American poet and scholar
|
 Email Poem
Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus
|
|
Written by:
John
Berryman
|
Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus:
upon some more unquiet spirit knock,
my madnesses have cease.
All the quarter astonishes a lonely out & back.
They set their clocks by Henry House,
the steadiest man on the block.
And Lucifer:—I smell you for my own,
by smug.—What have I tossed you but the least
(tho' hard); fit for your ears.
Your servant, bored with horror, sat alone
with busy teeth while his dislike increased
unto himself, in tears.
And he:—O promising despair,
in solitude— —End there.
Your avenues are dying: leave me: I dove
under the oaken arms of Brother Martin,
St Simeon the Lesser Theologian,
Bodhidharma, and Baal Shem Tov.
Comments
|
|
|