In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

Beginning with a Line by John Berryman Dream Song 186 Them lady poets must not marry, Hal? I’ll grant we must not marry you, not that you give us any reason to, making yourself an (Old-Fashioned?) pain (Wallbanger? Sidecar?) and dead. But drop that trowel and mortarboard you’d use to shut us up in anchoresses’ cells and I’ll put down the cocktail tray of Damocles I’m holding near your head and sit my hips beside you to explain not only do I want a husband whose peculiarities are not yours, pal, I want to be like you enough to make some kind of music out of my mistakes. 70 HadawayRevisedPages 8/15/06 3:09 PM Page 70 ...

Share