Dream Song 60: Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent (John Berryman Poem)
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
I've been home a long time among the vast porticos, Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires, ...
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine, Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps, Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords, ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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