Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips (John Berryman Poems)
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,this whiskey tastes like Californiabut is Kentucky,like Berkeley where he truly worked at itbut ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,this whiskey tastes like Californiabut is Kentucky,like Berkeley where he truly worked at itbut ...
Take a sharp star with your heated eyesAnd sing a lullaby for the night's dead,High as sorrowLike the black Big ...
Wringing hands like one bereft,When pain pervades the trembling limb,Listening to each crackling finger,Struggling with its mute lament.Anguished words like ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
Written on the Sea Shore, Oct. 1784. ON some rude fragment of the rocky shore,Where on the fractured cliff the ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a ...
Among the pens and pencils in my desk drawer a piece of eternity fractured and frozen brings me to that ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust -- The Faces of the Atoms If ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet ...
Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here's a skull who, ...
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