Dream Song 3: A Stimulant for an Old Beast (John Berryman Poems)
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.—I'm not so young but not so very old,said screwed-up lovely 23.A final sense of ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.—I'm not so young but not so very old,said screwed-up lovely 23.A final sense of ...
I'm not building a home, or leading the nationJust sitting here under branches of a white acaciaWhere an airy breeze ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, ...
When these dead leaves were green, love, November's skies were blue,And summer came with lips aflame, The gentle ...
Admit it, my Lord, this just won't do. It just won't do to create like this. To put such an ...
ErwV ImeroV te.I said to my heart,—'I am tired, Am tired of loving in vain;Since the beauty of the Desired ...
There where that ray touches the plainAnd the shadows escape as if they really ran,Warsaw stands, open from all sides,A ...
When shadows pale are sinking in hues the twilight weaves,Upon the golden grain fields of gleaming wheaten sheaves--Upon the emerald ...
I could not run or playIn boyhood.In manhood I could only sip the cup,Not drink —For scarlet-fever left my heart ...
The aged man, when he beheld winter approaching, counted the leaves as they lapsed from the acacia trees; while his ...
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
Five-and-twenty years have gone Since old William pollexfen Laid his strong bones down in death By his wife Elizabeth In ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after. His words ring sweet ...
I could not run or play In boyhood. In manhood I could only sip the cup, Not drink -- For ...
"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from ...
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