Dream Song 79: Op. posth. no. 2 by John Berryman
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that sort perplexed the bulging cosmos, O in short was sandalwood in good supply when he flared out of history
& the obituary in The New York Times into the world of generosity creating the air where are & can be, only, heroes? Statues & rhymes signal his fiery Passage, a mountainous sea, the occlusion of a star:
anything afterward, of a high lament, let too his giant faults appear, as sent together with his virtues down and let this day be his, throughout the town, region & cosmos, lest he freeze our blood with terrible returns.
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