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Dream Song 128: A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday

A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday—
So help me Jesus—then made funny too
The other, further one.
There must have been a bit. Sheets scrubbed away
Soon all but three nails. Doctors in this city O
Will not (his wife cried) come.

Perhaps he’s for it. IF that Filipino doc
Had diagnosed ah here in Washington
That ear-infection ha
He’d have been grounded, so in a hall for the ill
In Southern California, they opined.
The cabins at eight thou’

Are pressurized, they swore, my love, bad for—
Ten days ago—a dim & bloody ear,
Or ears.
They say are sympathetic, ears, & hears
More than they should or
Did.


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Poem Dream Song 128: A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday - John Berryman