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On December 7, 2001 by Eden M. Kennedy

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In the meantime, here is the most cheerful John Berryman poem I know.

Dream Song 27

The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.

Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:

Brownies, please come.

To Henry in his sparest times sometimes

the little people spread, & did friendly things;

then he was glad.

Pleased, at the worst, except with man, he shook

the brightest winter sun.

All the green lives

of the great delta, hours, hurt his migrant heart

in a safety of the steady ‘plane. Please, please

come.

My friends,–he has been known to mourn,–I’ll die;

live you, in the most wild, kindly, green

partly forgiving wood,

sort of forever and all those human sings

close not your better ears to, while good Spring

returns with a dance and a sigh.

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