Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning (John Berryman Poem)
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye wadna been sae shy; For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
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