Dream Song 80: Op. posth. no. 3 (John Berryman Poems)
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried.Weather's severe there, which it will not mind.I miss it.O happies before ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried.Weather's severe there, which it will not mind.I miss it.O happies before ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide.Your force came on like a torrent toward the endof agony and wrath.You were ...
His malice was a pimple down his goodbig face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorryMr Frost has left:I ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces,of liberations, and beloved faces,such as now ere dawn he sings.It would not ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is hadHenry may be returning to our lifeadult & difficult.There exist rumors that remote and ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. Weather's severe there, which it will not mind. I miss it. ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
His malice was a pimple down his good big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry Mr Frost ...
Some good people, daring & subtle voices and their tense faces, as I think of it I see sank underground. ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
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