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Dream Song 12: Sabbath

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Written by: John Berryman | Biography
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 There is an eye, there was a slit.
Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
The strangler tree, the dancing mouse confound his vision; then they loosen it.
Henry widens.
How did Henry House himself ever come here? Nights run.
Tes yeux bizarres me suivent when loth at landfall soft I leave.
The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe, shout commands I never heard.
They march about, dying & absurd.
Toddlers are taking over.
O ver! Sabbath belling.
Snoods converge on a weary-daring man.
What now can be cleard up? from the Yard the visitors urge.
Belle thro' the graves in a blast of sun to the kirk moves the youngest witch.
Watch.


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