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John Berryman - Dream Song 81: Op. posth. no. 4
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He loom` so cagey he say `Leema beans`
and measured his intake to the atmosphere
of that fairly stable country.
His ear hurt. Left. The rock-cliffs, a mite sheer
at his age, in these places.
Scrubbing out his fear,—

the knowledge that they will take off your hands,
both hands; as well as your both feet, & likewise
both eyes,
might be discouraging to a bloddy hero
Also you stifle, like you can`t draw breath.
But this is death—

which in some vain strive many to avoid,
many. It`s on its way, where you drop at
who stood up, scrunch down small.
It wasn`t so much after all to lose, was, Boyd?
A body.—But, Mr Bones, you needed that.
Now I put on my tall hat.
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