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“Dream Song 62” by John Berryman (1914 – 1972)
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears
& underneath, gladdened our afternoon
munching a crab-’.
That rabbit was a fraud, like a black bull
prudent I admired in Zaragoza, who
certainly was brave as a demon
but would not charge, being willing not to die.
The rabbit’s case, a little different,
consisted in alert
& wily looks down the lawn, where nobody was,
with prickt ears, while rapt but chatting on the porch
we sat in view nearby.
Then went he mildly by, and around behind
my cabin, and when I followed, there he just sat.
Only at last
he turned down around, passing my wife at four feet
and hopped the whole lawn and made thro’ the hedge for the big
—Mr Bones, we all brutes & fools.