Dream Song 33: An apple arcd toward Kleitos; whose great King
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King
wroth & of wine did study where his sword,
sneaked away, might be .
.
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with swollen lids staggered up and clung
dim to the cloth of gold.
An un-Greek word
blister, to him guard,
and the trumpeter would not sound, fisted.
Ha,
they hustle Clitus out; by another door,
loaded, crowds he back in
who now must, chopped, fall to the spear-ax ah
grabbed from an extra by the boy-god, sore
for weapons.
For the sin:
little it is gross Henry has to say.
The King heaved.
Pluckt out, the ax-end would
he jab in his sole throat.
As if an end.
A baby, the guard may
squire him to his apartments.
Weeping & blood
wound round his one friend.
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John Berryman
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