John Berryman - Dream Song 15 lyrics

Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago, and this did actual happen. This was so. And many graces are slipped, & many a sin even that laid man low but this will be remembered & told over, that she was heard at last, haughtful & greasy, to brawl in that low bar: 'You can biff me, you can bang me, get it you'll never. I may be only a Polack broad but I don't lay easy. Kiss my a**, that's what you are.' Women is better, braver. In a foehn of loss entire, which too they hotter understand, having had it, we struggle. Some hang heavy on the sauce, some invest in the past, one hides in the land. Henry was not his favourite.