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Dream Song 21: Some good people, daring & subtle voices

Dream Song 21: Some good people, daring & subtle voices

Some good people, daring & subtle voices
And their tense faces, as I think of it
I see sank underground.
I see. My radar digs. I do not dig.
Cool their flushing blood, them eyes is shut—
Eyes?

Appalled: by all the dead: Henry brooded.
Without exception! All.
ALL.
The senior population waits. Come down! come down!
A ghastly & flashing pause, clothed,
Life called; us do.

In a madhouse heard I an ancient man
Tube-fed who had not said for fifteen years
(they said) one canny word,
Senile forever, who a heart might pierce,
Mutter ‘O come on down. O come on down.’
Clear whom he meant.



Poem Dream Song 21: Some good people, daring & subtle voices - John Berryman