I spit upon this dreadful bankers grave who shot his heart out in a Florida dawn O ho alas alas When will indifference come, I moan rave Id like to scrabble till I got right down away down under the grass
- Hart Crane
- None of these
- John Berryman
- Philip Booth
Answer
The correct answer is C) John Berryman.
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