Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning (John Berryman Poems)
Under the table, no. That last was stunning,that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.Why drink so, two days ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning,that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.Why drink so, two days ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart.Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the moodto be a tulip and ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembersMr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo,& the race in Ben Hur,—The Lost World, with ...
In slack times visit I the violent deadand pick their awful brains. Most seem to feelnothing is secret moreto my ...
As a kid I believed in democracy: I'saw no alternative'-teaching at The Big Place I ahput it in practice:we'd time ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered treesHenry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.Over across them look out,tranquil, the ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,bred when he was brittle, bred when big,how he's sweating to support them.Which birthday ...
'All virtues enter into this world:')A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned.The Secretary of State for War,winking it over, ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drinkand cannot be arrested and pay no taxand, in general, bats have ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would comethat would be no vote. There would come a rope.Yes. There would come ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it,the whole humiliating Human round,out of this & that.He made a-many hearts go ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henrydid will not bear thought.Feeling no pain,Henry stabbed his arm and wrote ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit stilland freeze inside-his daughter won first price-his wife scowled over at him-It ...
His malice was a pimple down his goodbig face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorryMr Frost has left:I ...
Among them marble where the man may lielie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause,'O rare Ben Jonson',dictator too, & ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knewso many ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:Brownies, please come.To Henry in his sparest ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
Cedars and the westward sun.The darkening sky. A man aloneWatches beside the fallen wallThe evening multitudes of sinCrowd in upon ...
Ill lay he long, upon this last return,unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospitalinto reluctant Henryand the nurses took ...
'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliveris before you for his deliverance, my lords.He stands, as chargedfor This by ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it, the whole humiliating Human round, out of this & that. He made ...
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 ...
Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and ...
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