Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body (John Berryman Poem)
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove I will return to thy alcove, And glide upon the night to thee, Treading the ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
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