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 ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weedinside in the ...
Saturday always means a pail of open oysters and agaping plank, over there, in the corner of the woodwhere Oger, ...
At Kangaroo Gully in 'Fifty-twoThe rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;'Three ounces a dish and the lead running ...
On Friday nights I go to the bakery two blocks away and talk to the woman behind the counter. When ...
As I lay sleepingon Bakery HillI heard her calling:The leaves were still.Her words were warm doalsIn my dreams and me:"I ...
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he's taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Once upon a time I was sitting outside the cafe watching twilight in Umbria when a girl came out of ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, ...
They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
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