Dream Song 74: Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry (John Berryman Poem)
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
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 ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shill's I hear the ...
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the tither warl' A mixtie-maxtie motley squad, And mony a ...
THE WINTRY west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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