Dream Song 84: Op. posth. no. 7 (John Berryman Poem)
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my ...
O WHA my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
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 ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
AS Tam the chapman on a day, Wi'Death forgather'd by the way, Weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous, ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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