Dream Song 115: Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new (John Berryman Poems)
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weedinside in the ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weedinside in the ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once.-What happen then, Mr Bones?if be you cares to say.-Henry. ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered treesHenry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.Over across them look out,tranquil, the ...
O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insanewith violent travel & death: consider mein my cast, your first son.Would you were ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,this whiskey tastes like Californiabut is Kentucky,like Berkeley where he truly worked at itbut ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane with violent travel & death: consider me in my cast, your first son. ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
I met a juniorâ?"not so juniorâ?"and a-many others, who knew 'him' or 'them' long ago, slightly, whom I know. It ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once. â?"What happen then, Mr Bones? if be you cares ...
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules. People are blowing and beating each other without mercy. Drinks are boiling. Iced drinks ...
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