John Berryman, American poet and scholar, born on this day in 1914. DREAM SONG 4 John Berryman Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken paprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back and only the fact that her husband & four other people kept me from springing on her or falling at her little feet and crying You are the hottest one for years of night Henrys dazed eyes have enjoyed, Brilliance. I advanced upon (despairing) my spumoni.—Sir Bones: is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.— Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes downcast . . . The slob beside her feasts . . . What wonders is she sitting on, over there? The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars. Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry. —Mr. Bones: there is.
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