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Dream Song 112: My framework is broken, I am coming to an end

My framework is broken, I am coming to an end,
God send it soon. When I had most to say
My tongue clung to the roof
I mean of my mouth. It is my Lady’s birthday
Which must be honoured, and has been. God send
It soon.

I now must speak to my disciples, west
And east. I say to you, Do not delay
I say, expectation is vain.
I say again, It is my Lady’s birthday
Which must be honoured. Bring her to the test
At once.

I say again, It is my Lady’s birthday
Which must be honoured, for her high black hair
But not for that alone:
For every word she utters everywhere
Shows her good soul, as true as a healed bone, —
Being part of what I meant to say.


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Poem Dream Song 112: My framework is broken, I am coming to an end - John Berryman