John Berryman - Dream Song 49: BlindJohn Berryman - Dream Song 49: Blind
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Old Pussy-cat if he won`t eat, he don`t
feel good into his tum`, old Pussy-cat.
He wants to have eaten.
Tremor, heaves, he sweaterings. He can`t.
A dizzy swims of where is Henry at;
. . . somewhere streng verboten.
How come he sleeps & sleeps and sleeps, waking like death:
locate the restorations of which we hear
as of profound sleep.
From daylight he got maintrackt, from friends` breath,
wishes, his hopings. Dreams make crawl with fear
Henry but not get up.
The course his mind his body steer, poor Pussy-cat,
in weakness & disorder, will see him down
whiskers & tail.
`Wastethrift`: Oh one of cunning wives know that
he hoardy-squander, where is nor downtown
neither suburba. Braille.
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