Dream Song 88: Op. posth. no. 11 (John Berryman Poems)
In slack times visit I the violent deadand pick their awful brains. Most seem to feelnothing is secret moreto my ...
In slack times visit I the violent deadand pick their awful brains. Most seem to feelnothing is secret moreto my ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleepinsect-like. Guess, who was the insect.I'd asked him in my robe& hospital ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstillhorrible Henry, foaming. Fan their waytoward him who willin the high wood: the ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
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