The Ball Poem (John Berryman Poems)
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,What, what is he to do? I saw it goMerrily bouncing, ...
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,What, what is he to do? I saw it goMerrily bouncing, ...
Filling her compact & delicious bodywith chicken páprika, she glanced at metwice.Fainting with interest, I hungered backand only the fact ...
He does not live here but it is the god.A priest tools in a top his motorbike.You do not enter.Us ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht.More Sparine for Pelides,human (half) & down here as he is,with ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembersMr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo,& the race in Ben Hur,—The Lost World, with ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once.-What happen then, Mr Bones?if be you cares to say.-Henry. ...
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 ...
I miss him. When I get back to campI'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch,can't he, pink ...
I consider a song will be as humming-birdswift, down-light, missile-metal-hard, & strangeas the world of anti-matterwhere they are wondering: does ...
'All virtues enter into this world:')A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned.The Secretary of State for War,winking it over, ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henrydid will not bear thought.Feeling no pain,Henry stabbed his arm and wrote ...
Among them marble where the man may lielie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause,'O rare Ben Jonson',dictator too, & ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces,of liberations, and beloved faces,such as now ere dawn he sings.It would not ...
It was only a small dream of the Golden World,now you trot off to bed. I'll turn the machine off,you've ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid?Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made?and questions of that sortperplexed the ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent,distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whitesin de School, in de Souf.-Is coloured ...
Huffy Henry hid the day,unappeasable Henry sulked.I see his point,-a trying to put things over.It was the thought that they ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,this whiskey tastes like Californiabut is Kentucky,like Berkeley where he truly worked at itbut ...
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 ...
I consider a song will be as humming-bird swift, down-light, missile-metal-hard, & strange as the world of anti-matter where they ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
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 ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
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