John Berryman - Dream Song 3 lyrics

Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings —I'm not so young but not so very old Said screwed-up lovely 23 A final sense of being right out in the cold Unkissed (—My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.) Women get under Things All these old criminals sooner or later Have had it. I've been reading old journals Gottwald & Co., out of business now Thick chests quit. Double agent, Joe She holds her breath like a seal And is whiter & smoother Rilke was a jerk I admit his griefs & music & titled spelled all-disappointed ladies A threshold worse than the circles Where the vile settle & lurk Rilke's. As I said,—