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John Berryman - Dream Song 92: Room 231: the fourth weekJohn Berryman - Dream Song 92: Room 231: the fourth week
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Something black somewhere     in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a tulip and desire no more but water, but light, but air. Yet his nerves rattled blackly, unsubdued, & suffocation called, dream-whiskey`d pour sirening. Rosy there too fly my Phil & Ellen roses, pal. Flesh-coloured men & women come & punt under my windows. I rave or grunt against it, from a flowerless land. For timeless hours wind most, or not at all. I wind my clock before I shave. Soon it will fall dark. Soon you`ll see stars you fevered after, child, man, & did nothing,— compass live to the pencil-torch! As still as his cadaver, Henry mars this surface of an earth or other, feet south eyes bleared west, waking to march.
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