About the poet
John Berryman (1914-1972) was born John Smith Jnr. in rural Oklahoma, the product of an unhappy...
Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point, - a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry's side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don't see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.
What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.
from The Dream Songs (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, Inc.1969) by permission of the publishers. Recording used by permission of the BBC.
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