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John Berryman - Dream Song 132: A Small Dream
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It was only a small dream of the Golden World,
now you trot off to bed. I`ll turn the machine off,
you`ve danced & trickt us enough.
Unintelligible whines & imprecations, hurled
from the second floor, fail to impress your mother
and I am the only other

and I say go to bed! We`ll meet tomorrow,
acres of threats dissolve into a smile,
you`ll be the Little Baby
again, while I pursue my path of sorrow
& bodies, bodies, to be carried a mile
& dropt. Maybe

if frozen slush will represent the soul
which is to represented in the hereafter
I ask for a decree
dooming my bitter enemies to laughter
advanced against them. If the dream was small
it was my dream also, Henry`s.
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