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Dream Song 18: A Strut for Roethke

Written by: John Berryman | Biography
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 Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost
across the Sound but north from Bremerton,
hit a way down note.
And never cadenza again of flowers, or cost.
Him who could really do that cleared his throat & staggered on.
The bluebells, pool-shallows, saluted his over-needs, while the clouds growled, heh-heh, & snapped, & crashed.
No stunt he'll ever unflinch once more will fail (O lucky fellow, eh Bones?)—drifted off upstairs, downstairs, somewheres.
No more daily, trying to hit the head on the nail: thirstless: without a think in his head: back from wherever, with it said.
Hit a high long note, for a lover found needing a lower into friendlier ground to bug among worms no more around um jungles where ah blurt 'What for?' Weeds, too, he favoured as most men don't favour men.
The Garden Master's gone.



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