Poem of the Month December 2001
	20 and 26 from Dream Songs by John Berryman 20 The Secret of Wisdom When worst got things, how was you? Steady on? Wheedling, or shockt her & you have been bad to your friend, whom not you writing to. You have not listened. A pelican of lies you loosed: where are you? Down weeks of evenings of longing by hours, NOW, a stoned bell, you did somebody: others you hurt short: anyone ever did you do good? You licking your own old hurt, what? An evil kneel & adore. This is human. Hurl, God who found us in this, down something ... We hear the more sin has increast, the more grace has been caused to abound. 26 The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once, ---What happen then, Mr. Bones? if you be cares to say. ---Henry. Henry became interested in women's bodies, his loins were & were the     scene of stupendous achievement. Stupor. Knees, dear. Pray. All the knobs & softnesses of, my God, the ducking & trouble it swarm on Henry, at one time. ---What happen then, Mr. Bones? you seems excited-like. ---Fell Henry back into     the original crime: art, rime besides a sense of others, my God, my God, and a jealousy for the honour (alive) of his country, what can get more odd? and discontent with the thriving gangs & pride. ---What happen then, Mr. Bones? ---I had a most marvellous   piece of luck. I died.
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