Hey, out there!â?”assistant professors, full,
associates,â?”instructorsâ?”othersâ?”anyâ?”
I have a sing to shay.
We are assembled here in the capital
city for Dullâ?”and one professor’s wife is Maryâ?”
at Christmastide, hey!
and all of you did theses or are doing
and the moral history of what we were up to
thrives in Sir Wilson’s handsâ?”
who I don’t see hereâ?”only deals go screwing
some of you out, some upâ?”the chairmen too
are nervous, little friendsâ?”
a chairman’s not a chairman, son, forever,
and hurts with his appointments; ha, but circleâ?”
take my word for itâ?”
though maybe Frost is dyingâ?”around Mary;
forget your footnotes on the old gentleman;
dance around Mary.
(John Berryman)
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