John Berryman Poems (270 Poems)
The Ball Poem (John Berryman Poems)
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,What, what is he to do? I saw it goMerrily bouncing, down the street, and thenMerrily over—there it is in the water!No use to say ‘O there are other balls’:An ultimate … Continue reading
Dream Song 73: Karensui, Ryoan-ji (John Berryman Poems)
The taxi makes the vegetables fly.‘Dozo kudasai,’ I have him wait.Past the bright lake up into the temple,shoes off, andmy right leg swings me left.I do survive beside the garden I came seven thousand mile the other waysupplied of energies … Continue reading
Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning (John Berryman Poems)
Under the table, no. That last was stunning,that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.Why drink so, two days running?two months, O seasons, years, two decades running?I answer (smiles) my question on the cuff:Man, I been thirsty. The brake … Continue reading
Dream Song 77: Seedy Henry rose up shy (John Berryman Poems)
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world& shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry upand p.a.’d poor thousands of persons on topics of grandmoment to Henry, ah to those less & none.Wif a book of his in either handhe … Continue reading
Dream Song 115: Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new (John Berryman Poems)
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weedinside in the Great Neck night,a record (‘great’), her work all over as u-sual rejected. She odd in a bakery.The owner stand beside … Continue reading
Dream Song 113: or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld (John Berryman Poems)
or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld That isna Henry limping. That’s a hobbleclapped on mere Henry by the most high GODfor the freedom of Henry’s soul.—The body’s foul, cried god, once, twice, & bound it—For many years I hid it … Continue reading
Dream Song 110: It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that (John Berryman Poems)
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that.My own clouds darkening hung.Besides, it wasn’t serious.They took them in different rooms & fed them lies.‘She admitted you wanted to get rid of it.’‘He told us he told you … Continue reading
Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body (John Berryman Poems)
Filling her compact & delicious bodywith chicken páprika, she glanced at metwice.Fainting with interest, I hungered backand only the fact of her husband & four other peoplekept me from springing on her or falling at her little feet and crying‘You … Continue reading
Dream Song 99: Temples (John Berryman Poems)
He does not live here but it is the god.A priest tools in a top his motorbike.You do not enter.Us the landscape circles hard abroad,sunned, stone. Like calls, too low, to like. One submachine-gun cleared the Durga Temple. It is … Continue reading
Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht (John Berryman Poems)
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht.More Sparine for Pelides,human (half) & down here as he is,with probably insulting mail to openand certainly unworthy words to hearand his unforgiving memory. —I seldom go to films. They are … Continue reading
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