Dream Song 75: Turning It Over, Considering
Turning it over, considering, like a madman
by John Berryman
Henry put forth a book.
No harm resulted from this.
Neither the menstruating stars (nor man) was moved
Bare dogs drew closer for a second look
and performed their friendly operations there.
Refreshed, the bark rejoiced.
Seasons went and came.
Leaves fell, but only a few.
Something remarkable about this
unshedding bulky bole-proud blue-green moist
thing made by savage & thoughtful
began to strike the passers from despair
so that sore on their shoulders old men hoisted
six-foot sons and polished women called
small girls to dream awhile toward the flashing & bursting