Dream Song 171: Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or (John Berryman Poem)
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or storm out the message for her only ear that she is beautiful. ...
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or storm out the message for her only ear that she is beautiful. ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared, inapprehensible his studies grew, nourished he less & less his subject body with ...
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the ...
Some good people, daring & subtle voices and their tense faces, as I think of it I see sank underground. ...
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back. He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair where ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
Love her he doesn't but the thought he puts into that young woman would launch a national product complete with ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world & shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry up and p.a.'d poor ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once. â?"What happen then, Mr Bones? if be you cares ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don't feel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat. He wants to have eaten. ...
He yelled at me in Greek, my God!â?"It's not his language and I'm no good atâ?"his Aramaic, wasâ?"I am a ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dream disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel and that will hurt your ...
A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & ...
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
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