John Berryman Poems (270 Poems)
Dream Song 34: My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide (John Berryman Poem)
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, pal. He should not have done that, but, I guess, he didn’t feel the best, Sister,â?”felt less and more about … Continue reading
Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht (John Berryman Poem)
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 open and certainly unworthy words to hear and his unforgiving memory. â?”I seldom … Continue reading
Dream Song 56: Hell is empty. O that has come to pass (John Berryman Poem)
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell silent where the Devil knelt and over the whole grave space hath settled awe in a full death of guilt. … Continue reading
Dream Song 35: MLA (John Berryman Poem)
Hey, out there!â?”assistant professors, full, associates,â?”instructorsâ?”othersâ?”anyâ?” I have a sing to shay. We are assembled here in the capital city for Dullâ?”and one professor’s wife is Maryâ?” at Christmastide, hey! and all of you did theses or are doing and … Continue reading
Dream Song 10: There were strange gatherings. A vote would come (John Berryman Poem)
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There would come a rope. Men have their hats down. “Dancing in the Dark” will see him up, car-radio-wise. So many, … Continue reading
Dream Song 78: Op. posth. no. 1 (John Berryman Poem)
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared, inapprehensible his studies grew, nourished he less & less his subject body with good food & rest, something bizarre about Henry, slowly sheared off, unlike you & you, smaller & smaller, till in … Continue reading
Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 (John Berryman Poem)
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry’s gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They waited, his little children, for stricken Henry to rise up yet once more again and come oh. They figured he … Continue reading
Dream Song 224: Lonely in his great age (John Berryman Poem)
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry’s old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd out of living. The Abbey rang with sound. Pound white as snow bowed to them with his thoughtsâ?”it’s hard to … Continue reading
Dream Song 44: Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon (John Berryman Poem)
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the way down, he’s about to have his lady, permanent; and this is the worst of all came ever sent writhing … Continue reading
Dream Song 21: Some good people, daring & subtle voices (John Berryman Poem)
Some good people, daring & subtle voices and their tense faces, as I think of it I see sank underground. I see. My radar digs. I do not dig. Cool their flushing blood, them eyes is shutâ?” eyes? Appalled: by … Continue reading
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