Dream Song 52: Silent Song (John Berryman Poems)
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up.Bright though upon his workshop shone a visecentral, moved inwhile he was doing ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up.Bright though upon his workshop shone a visecentral, moved inwhile he was doing ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it,the whole humiliating Human round,out of this & that.He made a-many hearts go ...
He wondered: Do I love? all this applause,young beauties sitting at my feet & all,and all.It tires me out, he ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyesthey slid like wonder, women tall & small,of every shape & size,in many ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henrydid will not bear thought.Feeling no pain,Henry stabbed his arm and wrote ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing,and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin goodthat one, that night ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit stilland freeze inside-his daughter won first price-his wife scowled over at him-It ...
Sixteen below. Our care like stranded hullslitter all day our little Avenues.It was 28 below.No one goes anywhere. Fabulous callsto ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,we ourselves flash and ...
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her orstorm out the message for her only earthat she is beautiful.Mention sunsets, be ...
His malice was a pimple down his goodbig face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorryMr Frost has left:I ...
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit,just where, and when I had to, for deadlines.O I could ...
Among them marble where the man may lielie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause,'O rare Ben Jonson',dictator too, & ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knewso many ...
Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north,I have nothing to say except that it dapples my floorand ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thoughtThis is the end of the dream, now I'll wake up.That ...
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans'and measured his intake to the atmosphereof that fairly stable country.His ear hurt. ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:Brownies, please come.To Henry in his sparest ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon,mention it in general to the moonon the way down,he's ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post.I hummed a short blues. When the stars went outI studied ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dreamdisordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegeland that will hurt your mindI can't ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces,of liberations, and beloved faces,such as now ere dawn he sings.It would not ...
I met a junior-not so junior-anda-many others, who knew 'him' or 'them'long ago, slightly,whom I know. It was the usualcocktail ...
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared,inapprehensible his studies grew,nourished he less & lesshis subject body with good food & ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines.When ich when was ever not in trouble?But did he whip out whinesafore? And ...
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end,God send it soon. When I had most to saymy tongue ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is hadHenry may be returning to our lifeadult & difficult.There exist rumors that remote and ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstillhorrible Henry, foaming. Fan their waytoward him who willin the high wood: the ...
It was only a small dream of the Golden World,now you trot off to bed. I'll turn the machine off,you've ...
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