Dream Song 125: Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water (John Berryman Poem)
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
STOP, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o' grief, For Matthew ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, When deprived of her husband she loved so well, In respect for the ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
LET other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other poets sing of wars, The plagues ...
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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