Dream Song 116: Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way (John Berryman Poems)
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way,No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiledon his swift passage.But there were ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way,No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiledon his swift passage.But there were ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleepinsect-like. Guess, who was the insect.I'd asked him in my robe& hospital ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered treesHenry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.Over across them look out,tranquil, 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 ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shellwhere in theior racing start his seat got wedgedunder his knifing knees,he did it ...
As he grew famous-ah, but what is fame?-he lost his old obsession with his name,things seemed to matter less,including the ...
In a state of chortle sin—once he reflected,swilling tomato juice—live I, and didmore than my thirstier years.To Hell then will ...
Thin as a sheet his mother came to himduring the screaming evenings after he did it,touched F.J.'s dead hand.The parlour ...
The weather was fine. They took away his teeth,white & helpful; bothered his backhand;halved his green hair.They blew out his ...
Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don'tfeel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat.He wants to have eaten.Tremor, heaves, he ...
Supreme my holdings, greater yet my need,thoughtless I go out. Dawn. Have I my cig's,my flaskie O,O crystal cock,—my kneel ...
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 ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,bred when he was brittle, bred when big,how he's sweating to support them.Which birthday ...
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 ...
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 ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drinkand cannot be arrested and pay no taxand, in general, bats have ...
Peter's not friendly. He gives me sideways looks.The architecture is far from reassuring.I feel uneasy.A pity,—the interview began so well:I ...
'All virtues enter into this world:')A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned.The Secretary of State for War,winking it over, ...
O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insanewith violent travel & death: consider mein my cast, your first son.Would you were ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would comethat would be no vote. There would come a rope.Yes. There would come ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pagesof an old weekly. Where will next his ragesridiculous Henry land?Tranquil & chaste, ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide.Your force came on like a torrent toward the endof agony and wrath.You were ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done.The hospitals were funin certain ways, and an ...
The conclusion is growing . . . I feel sure, my lord,this august court will entertain the pleaNot Guilty by ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.—I'm not so young but not so very old,said screwed-up lovely 23.A final sense of ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water,wholly in dark, time limited, different frominitiations now:the class in writing, clothed ...
I don't operate often. When I do,persons take note.Nurses look amazed. They pale.The patient is brought back to life, or ...
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