John Berryman - Dream Song 132: A Small Dream

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A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll turn the machine off, you've danced & trickt us enough. Unintelligible whines & imprecations, hurled from the second floor, fail to impress your mother and I am the only other and I say go to bed! We'll meet tomorrow, acres of threats dissolve into a smile, you'll be the Little Baby again, while I pursue my path of sorrow & bodies, bodies, to be carried a mile & dropt. Maybe if frozen slush will represent the soul which is to represented in the hereafter I ask for a decree dooming my bitter enemies to laughter advanced against them. If the dream was small it was my dream also, Henry's. John Berryman poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-132-a-small-dream/