Poem-a-Day, April 26: alone too, too alone

28
Snow Line


It was wet & white & swift and where I am
we don't know. It was dark and then
it isn't.
I wish the barker would come. There seems to be to eat
nothing. I am unusually tired.
I'm alone too.

If only the strange one with so few legs would come,
I'd say my prayers out of my mouth, as usual.
Where are his notes I loved?
There may be horribles; it's hard to tell.
The barker nips me but somehow I feel
he too is on my side.

I'm too alone. I see no end. If we could all
run, even that would be better. I am hungry.
The sun is not hot.
It's not a good position I am in.
If I had to do the whole thing over again
I wouldn't.

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Hello Friends —

Today's poem is by John Berryman (1914-1972) from his masterwork The Dream Songs (1969).

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Enjoy.
Ellen


Dream Song #28 "Snow Line" by John Berryman was featured again for Poem-a-Day April 26, 2009.

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