Dream Song 67: I don’t operate often. When I do (John Berryman Poems)
I don't operate often. When I do,persons take note.Nurses look amazed. They pale.The patient is brought back to life, or ...
I don't operate often. When I do,persons take note.Nurses look amazed. They pale.The patient is brought back to life, or ...
IWe look for her that sunlike stoodUpon the forehead of our day,An orb of nations, radiating foodFor body and for ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
The talk of young Australia, upon each settler's station,Is the evil of this mighty rush, the Chinese emigration;Ships from Canton, ...
A cluster of daffodils-Blooming at the corner of my shabby roomThe pure and delicate appearance gives off endless serenityAnd strokes ...
Of gentle Philips will I ever sing,With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring.My numbers too for ever will I vary,With ...
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame That at the whisper of Love's name, Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
What is it about irises in the garden whether blue flag or yellow, deep purple, white with red why do ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
I don't operate often. When I do, persons take note. Nurses look amazed. They pale. The patient is brought back ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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