Dream Song 70: Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell (John Berryman Poem)
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, God send it soon. When I had most to say ...
Oh servant Henry lectured till the crows commenced and then he bulbed his voice & lectured on some more. This ...
I am the little man who smokes & smokes. I am the girl who does know better but. I am ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver is before you for his deliverance, my lords. He stands, as charged ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? â?"Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
When worst got things, how was you? Steady on? Wheedling, or shockt her & you have been bad to your ...
The Russian grin bellows his condolence tó the family: ah but it's Kay, & Ted, & Chris & Anne, Henry ...
Peter's not friendly. He gives me sideways looks. The architecture is far from reassuring. I feel uneasy. A pity,â?"the interview ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Fridayâ?" so help me Jesusâ?"then made funny too the other, further one. ...
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
Huffy Henry hid the day, unappeasable Henry sulked. I see his point,â?"a trying to put things over. It was the ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
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