Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht (John Berryman Poems)
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht.More Sparine for Pelides,human (half) & down here as he is,with ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht.More Sparine for Pelides,human (half) & down here as he is,with ...
In slack times visit I the violent deadand pick their awful brains. Most seem to feelnothing is secret moreto my ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,—I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,—he thought he had to ...
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back.He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stairwhere her papa ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross,I figuring porcupine & took Sir pokerunbarring Mr door,& then screen door. ...
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 ...
I don't operate often. When I do,persons take note.Nurses look amazed. They pale.The patient is brought back to life, or ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,we ourselves flash and ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thoughtThis is the end of the dream, now I'll wake up.That ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dreamdisordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegeland that will hurt your mindI can't ...
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 ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone'but Henry had need of friends. They disappearedShall I follow my ...
Flak. An eventful thought came to me,who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end?Who's king these nights?What happened ...
Industrious, affable, having brain on fire,Henry perplexed himself; others gave up;good girls gave in;geography was hard on friendship, Sire;marriages lashed ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent,distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whitesin de School, in de Souf.-Is coloured ...
Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applyingWafer and wine to the human wound, we laidOurselves to cure ourselves down: I'm ...
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
Flak. An eventful thought came to me, who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end? Who's king these ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. Weather's severe there, which it will not mind. I miss it. ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
Industrious, affable, having brain on fire, Henry perplexed himself; others gave up; good girls gave in; geography was hard on ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding across malignant half my years or so? One evil faery it was workt ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
I don't operate often. When I do, persons take note. Nurses look amazed. They pale. The patient is brought back ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
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