Dream Song 135: I heard said ‘Cats that walk by their wild lone’ (John Berryman Poems)
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
King Charles, and who'll do him right now? King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now? Give a rouse: here's, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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