Dream Song 72: The Elder Presences (John Berryman Poem)
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
His malice was a pimple down his good big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry Mr Frost ...
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
As a kid I believed in democracy: I 'saw no alternative'â?"teaching at The Big Place I ah put it in ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules. People are blowing and beating each other without mercy. Drinks are boiling. Iced drinks ...
Nothin very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that? â?"I explain that, Mr Bones, terms o' your bafflin ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
I am the little man who smokes & smokes. I am the girl who does know better but. I am ...
'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver is before you for his deliverance, my lords. He stands, as charged ...
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? â?"Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
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