Dream Song 98: I met a junior–not so junior–and (John Berryman Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
What are you doing now, Paddy Magee?Grafting, or spelling now, Paddy Magee?Breaking, or branding?Or overlanding,Out on the sand ridges, Paddy ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
(Air-'King of the Cannibal Islands')Dick Briggs a wealthy farmer's sonTo England lately took a runTo see his friends and have ...
First I tried a Dry Martini;But found not one teeny-weeny Semblance of a kick in any kind of this.Then I ...
The cocktail is a pleasant drink;It's mild and harmless - I don't think!When you've had one, you call for two,And ...
"I know I might have lived in such a wayAs to have suffered only pain:Loving not man nor dog;Not money, ...
Brothers, what are we to thinkWhen we muse upon strong drink? Is it bad or is it good? Is it ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I met a juniorâ?"not so juniorâ?"and a-many others, who knew 'him' or 'them' long ago, slightly, whom I know. It ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke, it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting. It ...
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze, Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, Dims the cave of ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
When I'm among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delights, And officers in ...
I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor ...
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