Sonnet 117 - All we were going strong by John Berryman
All we were going strong last night this time, the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine on the floor lay Lise listening to Schubert grievous & sublime, my head was frantic with a following rime: it was a good evening, an evening to please, I kissed her in the kitchen—ecstasies— among so much good we tamped down the crime.
The weather's changing. This morning was cold, as I made for the grove, without expectation, some hundred Sonnets in my pocket, old, to read her if she came. Presently the sun yellowed the pines & my lady came not in blue jeans & a sweater. I sat down & wrote.
Judges xvi.22
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