Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applying (John Berryman Poems)
Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applyingWafer and wine to the human wound, we laidOurselves to cure ourselves down: I'm ...
Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applyingWafer and wine to the human wound, we laidOurselves to cure ourselves down: I'm ...
Dear, if some god (lonely in ParadiseAnd jealous of my two-fold ecstasy)Were to demand one half as sacrifice-My love for ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
YOU said, last night, you did not think In all the world of men Was one true lover--true alike In ...
Home from the fields the kine came slowly winding, Thro' the soft summer twilight, calm and still,Up the steep ...
A beauty like young womanhood's Upon the green earth lies,And June's sweet smile hath waked again All summer's harmonies.The insects ...
Love, like a wind, shook wide your blosmy eyes,You trembled, and your breath came sobbing-wise For that you loved me.You ...
She had such little feet, Who climbed each day the narrow winding stair,They scarce could bear her up the long ...
O crimson-tined flowers That live when others die, What thoughtless hand unloving Could ever pass you by? You are the ...
Speak low -- tread softly through these halls; Here genius lives enshrined, --Here reign, in silent majesty, The monarchs of ...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
The hair falling on your forehead suddenly lifted. Suddenly something stirred on the ground. The trees are whispering in the ...
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to? Who would pity me that heard my sorrows? Ah, the lip ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the ...
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