Lusting over that spumoni, is like Berryman's Henry lusting over a woman.
...or falling at her little feet and crying
'You are the hottest one for years of night
Henry's dazed eyes
have enjoyed, Brilliance.' I advance upon
(despairing) my spumoni. ---Sir Bones is stuffed:
de world, wif feeding girls.
- Dream Song # 4 by John Berryman
I kind of get the poem...Kind of, thanks to an Illinois university (my hometown!). Look it up and so you'd understand what it's all about. That spumoni though sure looks delicious (and I know this is Salt...but this post still qualifies as a Salt-legit read, right?).