Dream Song 172: Your face broods (John Berryman Poem)
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Of the primeval Priests assum'd power, When Eternals spurn'd back his religion; And gave him a place in the north, ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
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