Poetry Selections
John Berryman (1914–1972)
11 Addresses to the Lord (6)
Under new management, Your Majesty:
    Thine.  I have solo'd mine since childhood, since
    my father's blow-it-all when I was twelve
    blew out my most bright candle faith, and look at me.
I served at Mass six dawns a week from five,
    adoring Father Boniface & you,
    memorizing the Latin he explained.
    Mostly we worked alone.  One or two women.
Then my poor father frantic. Confusions & afflictions
    followed my days.  Wives left me.
    Bankrupt I closed my doors.  You pierced the roof
    twice & again. Finally you opened my eyes.
My double nature fused in that point of time
    three weeks ago day before yesterday.
    Now, brooding thro' a history of the early Church,
    I identify with everybody, even the heresiarchs.
From John Berryman; Collected Poems 1937–1971, edited and introduced by Charles Thornbury (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux).

