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Sonnet 96

John Berryman

It will seem strange, no more this range on range
Of opening hopes and happenings. Strange to be
One's name no longer. Not caught up, not free.
Strange, not to wish one's wishes onward. Strange,
The looseness, slopping, time and space estrange.
Strangest, and sad as a blind child, not to see
Ever you, never to hear you, endlessly
Neither you there, nor coming.. Heavy change!—

An instant there is, Sophoclean, true,
When Oedipus must understand: his head—
When Oedipus believes—tilts like a wave,
And will not break, only iov iov
Wells from his dreadful mouth, the love he led:
Prolong to Procyon this. This begins my grave.


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Added: 20 May 2003 | Last Read: 23 Jun 2018 8:11 AM | Viewed: 4179 times

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