Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning (John Berryman Poem)
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye wadna been sae shy; For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
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