John Berryman

Dream Song 35

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Hey, out there!--assistant professors, full,
I have a sing to shay.
We are assembled here in the capital
city for Dull--and one professor's wife is Mary--
at Christmastide, hey!

and all of you did theses or are doing
and the moral history of what we were up to
thrives in Sir Wilson's hands--
who I don't see here--only deals go screwing
some of you out, some up--the chairmen too
are nervous, little friends--

a chairman's not a chairman, son, forever,
and hurts with his appointments; ha, but circle--
take my word for it--
though maybe Frost is dying--around Mary;
forget your footnotes on the old gentleman;
dance around Mary.

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