Dream Song 75: Turning it over, considering (John Berryman Poem)
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
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