from The Dream Songs John Berryman (1914--1972) 257 The thunder & the flaw of their great quarrel abased his pen. He could not likely think. He took himself out of it, both wrong & right, beyond well beyond moral, in the groves of meaningless rage, with ach & stink unlike old shit which loses its power almost in an hour, ours burgeons. When I trained my wives, I thought now they'd be professional: they became professional, at once wedlocks went sour because they couldn't complete with Henry, who sought their realization. The J.P. coughed. Married life is a boat forever dubious, with the bilge stale. there's no getting out of that. Gong & lightening crowd my returned threat, I always wept at parade: I knew I'd fail: Henry wandered back on stage& sat. John Berryman was born John Smith in McAlister, Oklahoma, was a teacher and scholar at Brown, Princeton, and the University of Minnesota. Received the Pulitzer Prize in 1965 and National Book Award in 1969.