Dream Song 7: ‘The Prisoner of Shark Island’ with Paul Muni (John Berryman Poems)
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
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