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John Berryman - Dream Song 72: The Elder Presences
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Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees
Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.
Over across them look out,
tranquil, the high statues of the wise.
Her feet peep, like a lady`s in sleep sunk.
That which this scene`s about—

he pushes violent, his calves distend,
his mouth is open with effort, so is hers,
in the Supreme Court garden,
the justices lean, negro, out, the trees bend,
man`s try began too long ago, with chirrs
& leapings, begging pardon—

I will deny the gods of the garden say.
Henry`s perhaps to break his burnt-cork luck.
I further will deny
good got us up that broad shoreline. Greed may
like a fuse, but with the high shore we is stuck,
whom they overlook. Why,—
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