File:John Berryman - Dream Song 149

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The world is gradually becoming a place where I do not care to be anymore. Can Delmore die? I don't suppose in all them years a day went ever by without a loving thought for him. Welladay. In the brightness of his promise,

unstained, I saw him thro' the mist of the actual blazing with insight, warm with gossip thro' all our Harvard years when both of us were just becoming known I got him out of a police-station once, in Washington, the world is tref and grief too astray for tears.

I imagine you have heard the terrible news, that Delmore Schwartz is dead, miserably & alone, in New York: he sang me a song 'I am the Brooklyn poet Delmore Schwartz Harms & the child I sing, two parents' torts' when he was young & gift-strong.

John Berryman

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