Dream Song 2: Big Buttons, Cornets: the advance (John Berryman Poem)
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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 ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid. In Thebes of Egypt In the dust They chanted ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
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