Dream Song 107: Three ‘coons come at his garbage. He be cross (John Berryman Poems)
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross,I figuring porcupine & took Sir pokerunbarring Mr door,& then screen door. ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross,I figuring porcupine & took Sir pokerunbarring Mr door,& then screen door. ...
Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills,Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,And colder still the brazen chops that ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Bristling Billy the porcupine,A person that nobody liked,Sinking a shaft on an ant-bed mine,Came on a burrowing lizard's line,And the ...
I summon up Panofskv from his bed Among the famous dead To build a tomb which, since I ...
IThis is what happened:She refused to lean on my shoulderand it hurt. The skywas empty and the radio said good ...
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous Yellow eyed; Chuck-wills-widow on ...
The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.The Minks won't tellWhere they hide or sleep,And the ...
There once was an arch Armadillo Who built him a hut 'neath a willow; He hadn't a bed ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-- Then fading slow And furred is the ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine; Refresh your recollection, And sit a moment, to define His means of self-protection. How truly ...
My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join ...
Any hound a porcupine nudges Can't be blamed for harboring grudges. I know one hound that laughed all winter At ...
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