Dream Song 135: I heard said ‘Cats that walk by their wild lone’ (John Berryman Poems)
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
Huffy Henry hid the day, unappeasable Henry sulked. I see his point,â?"a trying to put things over. It was the ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Caught -- the bubble in the spirit level, a creature divided; and the compass needle wobbling and wavering, undecided. Freed ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
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