By John Berryman
Faber are happy to announce the relaunch of the poetry record - beginning in Spring 2001 and carrying on with, with ebook dates every month, for the remainder of the yr. this may contain a brand new jacket layout recalling the typographic virtues of the vintage Faber poetry covers, connecting the backlist and the recent titles inside a unmarried embracing disguise answer. a tremendous reissue application is scheduled, to incorporate vintage person collections from every one decade, a few of that have lengthy been unavailable: Wallace Stevens's Harmonium and Ezra Pound's Personae from the Twenties; W.H. Auden's Poems (1930); Robert Lowell's existence reviews from the Nineteen Fifties; John Berryman's seventy seven Dream Songs and Philip Larkin's The Whitsun Weddings from the Nineteen Sixties; Ted Hughes's Gaudete and Seamus Heaney's box paintings from the Seventies; Michael Hofmann's Acrimony and Douglas Dunn's Elegies from the Eighties. Timed to rejoice book of Seamus Heaney's new assortment, electrical gentle, the relaunch is meant to re-emphasize the predominance of Faber Poetry, and to have a good time a chain which has performed a shaping position within the historical past of contemporary poetry due to the fact its inception within the Nineteen Twenties.
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Why should I tell a truth? when in the crack of the dooming & emptying news I did hold back— in the taxi too, sick— silent—it’s so I broke down here, in his mind whose sire as mine one same way—I refuse, hoping the guy go home. —assistant professors, full, associates,—instructors—others—any— 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.
It was dark and then it isn’t. I wish the barker would come. There seems to be eat nothing. I am usually 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 note 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.
49 44 Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the way down, he’s about to have his lady, permanent; and this is the worst of all came ever sent writhing Henry's way. Ha ha, fifth column, quisling, genocide, he held his hands & laught from side to side a loverly time. The berries & the rods left him alone less. Thro’ a race of water once I went: happiness. I'll walk into the sky. There the great flare & stench, O flying creatures, surely will dim-dim?
77 Dream Songs by John Berryman