John Berryman
Dream Song 11: His Muse goes. The Muse comes & goes
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His Muse goes—
His Muse comes & goes
Bashō’s came & went too
Bashō came, came & camped—
The dragonfly’s mother was there too
It seemed like a good place to be forever
While he was drawing his first breath—
Skinning his knees, he was so beastly
Making love with Charlotte Coquet
Bakhtin rocked in his niche—
His muscled Dialogical Imagination
Beneath a tent of Heteroglossia
Over many fierce decades—
Harmless haikus coming & going
Was she coming & going too?
Coming together in pairs—
Going that way too, coming & going hot
Other times coming & going a lot
__________________
His Muse goes—
His Muse comes & goes
Bashō’s came & went too
Bashō came, came & camped—
The dragonfly’s mother was there too
It seemed like a good place to be forever
While he was drawing his first breath—
Skinning his knees, he was so beastly
Making love with Charlotte Coquet
Bakhtin rocked in his niche—
His muscled Dialogical Imagination
Beneath a tent of Heteroglossia
Over many fierce decades—
Harmless haikus coming & going
Was she coming & going too?
Coming together in pairs—
Going that way too, coming & going hot
Other times coming & going a lot
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