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Dream Song 132: A Small Dream

Written by: John Berryman | Biography
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 A Small Dream

It was only a small dream of the Golden World,
now you trot off to bed.
I'll turn the machine off, you've danced & trickt us enough.
Unintelligible whines & imprecations, hurled from the second floor, fail to impress your mother and I am the only other and I say go to bed! We'll meet tomorrow, acres of threats dissolve into a smile, you'll be the Little Baby again, while I pursue my path of sorrow & bodies, bodies, to be carried a mile & dropt.
Maybe if frozen slush will represent the soul which is to represented in the hereafter I ask for a decree dooming my bitter enemies to laughter advanced against them.
If the dream was small it was my dream also, Henry's.



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