His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then
that dragoner's mother was gone.
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,
forever. While he drawing his first breath,
while skinning his knees,
while he was so beastly with love for Charlotte Coquet
he skated up & down in front of her house
wishing he could, sir, die,
while being bullied & he dreamt he could fly--
during irregular verbs--them world-sought bodies
safe in the Arctic lay:
Strindberg rocked in his niche, the great Andrée
by muscled Fraenkel under what's of the tent,
torn like then limbs, by bears
over fierce decades, harmless. Up in pairs
go we not, but we have a good bed.
Refers to S. A. Andrée, Nils Strindberg, and Knut Frænkel, the three Swedish explorers who perished in the  Arctic Balloon Expedition of 1897,  a failed attempt to reach the North Pole by hot air balloon. 
 In name-checking these lost explorers whose fame increased once they were found three decades after death,  Berryman  may be playing with the idea that he is a poetic adventurer who will become more famous once he’s gone.
Dream Song 11