Dream Song 41: If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) (John Berryman Poems)
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knewso many ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knewso many ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
i heard a spiderand a fly arguingwait said the flydo not eat mei serve a great purposein the worldyou will ...
Its glittering emptiness it brings — This little lane of useless things. Here peering envy arm in arm With ennui ...
The alabaster legs of the lonely womanhang from the window like white ensignsout of the laughing window like false teethsheets, ...
(Dedicated to a clown)Many days tread upon human animals,In gentle oceans hunger-sharks fly.Heads, beers glisten in coffee-houses.Girls' screams shred on ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
In K?hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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