Dream Song 76: Henry’s Confession (John Berryman Poems)
Nothin very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that? â?"I explain that, Mr Bones, terms o' your bafflin ...
Nothin very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that? â?"I explain that, Mr Bones, terms o' your bafflin ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
O THAT I had ne'er been married, I wad never had nae care, Now I've gotten wife an' weans, An' ...
WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here, I pity much his case, Unless he comes to wait upon The Lord their ...
O LORD, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in stead, And send us, from thy bounteous store, A ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1. They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & ...
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
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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