Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips (John Berryman Poem)
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & ...
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound constantly, for so ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass ...
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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