Dream Song 124: Behold I bring you tidings of great joy (John Berryman Poem)
Behold I bring you tidings of great joyâ?" especially now that the snow & gale are stillâ?" for Henry is ...
Behold I bring you tidings of great joyâ?" especially now that the snow & gale are stillâ?" for Henry is ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
If I could live again my life, In the next - I'll try, - to make more mistakes, I won't ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a ...
YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine ...
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected; A name, which to love was the mark of ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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