Dream Song 89: Op. posth. no. 12 (John Berryman Poem)
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
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