Dream Song 52: Silent Song (John Berryman Poems)
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up.Bright though upon his workshop shone a visecentral, moved inwhile he was doing ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up.Bright though upon his workshop shone a visecentral, moved inwhile he was doing ...
Out on the "lookout" in the wind and sleet, Out in the woods of fir and spruce and pine, Down in the ...
Clean de ba'n an' sweep de flo', Sing, my bawnjer, sing!We's gwine ter dawnce dis eb'nin' sho', Ring, my bawnjer, ring!Den hits ...
Gelett Burgess' original poem…A Purple Cow I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I ...
From Camoweal to Windywoe, from Windywoe to Thirstyville,We'll drag the line around the map, along the plain, and up the ...
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
It was the steamship Dinkinbar,From the Gulf of MexicoFor Liverpool in time of warWith a thousand mules below,And a bunch ...
'Twas what ye'd call a nasty night,An' 'twa''t no time to pick a fight,Th' we struck th' zone;Th' fog wuz ...
_Bro. Simmons_"Walk right in Brother Wilson--how you feelin' today?"_Bro. Wilson_"Jes Mod'rate, Brother Simmons, but den I ginnerly feels dat way."_Bro. ...
From Old France once sailed a vessel,Bearing hearts that came to nestleIn Acadia's breast and wrestle With its Winters cold.Priests ...
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;There was ...
On a table With the sunlight coming in, A mat, irregularly placed, with many curves within it; A napkin somewhat ...
While my hair was still cut straight across my foreheadI played about the front gate, pulling flowers.You came by on ...
I launched her with my small remaining bandand, putting out to sea, we set the mainon that lone ship and ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
How beautiful it would be to wait for you again in the usual place, not looking at the door, keeping ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played at the front gate, pulling ...
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