Dream Song 99: Temples (John Berryman Poems)
He does not live here but it is the god.A priest tools in a top his motorbike.You do not enter.Us ...
He does not live here but it is the god.A priest tools in a top his motorbike.You do not enter.Us ...
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules.People are blowing and beating each other without mercy.Drinks are boiling. Iceddrinks are boiling. The ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she gotthe courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hotnight of the ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in,degraded Henry, at the ebb of love—O at the end of love—in undershorts, ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic,Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet placeas many times he did.She's there ...
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 ...
Hell is empty. O that has come to passwhich the cut Alexandrian foresaw,and Hell is empty.Lightning fell silent where the ...
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,An extraordinary vivid dreamof Betty & Douglass, and Don—his ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would comethat would be no vote. There would come a rope.Yes. There would come ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done.The hospitals were funin certain ways, and an ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up.Bright though upon his workshop shone a visecentral, moved inwhile he was doing ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it,the whole humiliating Human round,out of this & that.He made a-many hearts go ...
He wondered: Do I love? all this applause,young beauties sitting at my feet & all,and all.It tires me out, he ...
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit,just where, and when I had to, for deadlines.O I could ...
Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noisedelight fuller than he can ready singor studiously say,on hearing that the year ...
Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applyingWafer and wine to the human wound, we laidOurselves to cure ourselves down: I'm ...
A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday-so help me Jesus-then made funny toothe other, further one.There must have ...
Keep your eyes open when you kiss: do: whenYou kiss. All silly time else, close them to;Unsleeping, I implore you ...
Love her he doesn't but the thought he putsinto that young womanwould launch a national productcomplete with TV spots & ...
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit, just where, and when I had to, for deadlines. O ...
He wondered: Do I love? all this applause, young beauties sitting at my feet & all, and all. It tires ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. Weather's severe there, which it will not mind. I miss it. ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it, the whole humiliating Human round, out of this & that. He made ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
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