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Dream Song 128: A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday

Written by: John Berryman | Biography
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 A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday—
so help me Jesus—then made funny too
the other, further one.
There must have been a bit.
Sheets scrubbed away soon all but three nails.
Doctors in this city O will not (his wife cried) come.
Perhaps he's for it.
IF that Filipino doc had diagnosed ah here in Washington that ear-infection ha he'd have been grounded, so in a hall for the ill in Southern California, they opined.
The cabins at eight thou' are pressurized, they swore, my love, bad for— ten days ago—a dim & bloody ear, or ears.
They say are sympathetic, ears, & hears more than they should or did.

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