#36 (The High Ones Die)

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John Berryman - Non-Music, Spoken Word

#36 (The High Ones Die)

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The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? —Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on your side. I smell your grief. —I sent my grief away. I cannot care forever. With them all align & again I died and cried, and I have to live. —Now there you exaggerate, Sah. We hafta die. That is our 'pointed task. Love & die. —Yes; that makes sense. But what makes sense between, then? What if I roiling & babbling & braining, brood on why and just sat on thе fence? —I doubts you did or do. De choicе is lost. —It's fool's gold. But I go in for that. The boy & the bear looked at each other. Man all is tossed & lost with groin-wounds by the grand bulls, cat. William Falukner's where? (Frost being still around.)

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  • John Berryman