Dream Song 37: Three around the Old Gentleman
Read 'Dream Song 37: Three around the Old Gentleman' by 'John Berryman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Dream Song 37: Three around the Old Gentleman by John Berryman
His malice was a pimple down his good
big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry
Mr Frost has left:
I like it so less I don't understood-”
he couldn't hear or see well-”all we sift-”
but this is a bad story.
He had fine stories and was another man
in private; difficult, always. Courteous,
on the whole, in private.
He apologize to Henry, off & on,
for two blue slanders; which was good of him.
I don't know how he made it.
Quickly, off stage with all but kindness, now.
I can't say what I have in mind. Bless Frost,
any odd god around.
Gentle his shift, I decussate & command,
stoic deity. For a while here we possessed
an unusual man.
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