Dream Song 84: Op. posth. no. 7 (John Berryman Poems)
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
THITHER, as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated; Thither hours, months, ...
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
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