Dream Song 265: I don’t know one damned butterfly from another (John Berryman Poems)
I don't know one damned butterfly from anothermy ignorance of the stars is formidable,also of dogs & fernsexcept that around ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from anothermy ignorance of the stars is formidable,also of dogs & fernsexcept that around ...
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henrystudied the Torah, writing commentariesmore likely to be burnt than printed.It was rumoured ...
I miss him. When I get back to campI'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch,can't he, pink ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pagesof an old weekly. Where will next his ragesridiculous Henry land?Tranquil & chaste, ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing,and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin goodthat one, that night ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,we ourselves flash and ...
Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noisedelight fuller than he can ready singor studiously say,on hearing that the year ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,this whiskey tastes like Californiabut is Kentucky,like Berkeley where he truly worked at itbut ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller toand leans against the door.Comfortable in my horseblanketI prop on the costly bed & ...
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry studied the Torah, writing commentaries more likely to be burnt than printed. ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
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