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Dream Song 126: A Thurn by John Berryman
A Thurn
Among them marble where the man may lie
lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause,
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Dream Song 81: Op. posth. no. 4 by John Berryman
He loom’ so cagey he say ’Leema beans’
and measured his intake to the atmosphere
of that fairly st..
Dream Song 86: Op. posth. no. 9 by John Berryman
The conclusion is growing . . . I feel sure, my lord,
this august court will entertain the plea
No..
Dream Song 102: The sunburnt terraces which swans make home by John Berryman
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home
with water purling, Macchu Pichu died
like Delphi long..
Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning by John Berryman
Under the table, no. That last was stunning,
that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.
W..
Dream Song 83: Op. posth. no. 6 by John Berryman
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit,
just where, and when I had to, for deadlines.
O I coul..
Dream Song 82: Op. posth. no. 5 by John Berryman
Maskt as honours, insult like behaving
missiles homes. I bow, & grunt ’Thank you.
I’m glad you cou..
Dream Song 114: Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines by John Berryman
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines.
When ich when was ever not in trouble?
But did he whip..
Dream Song 120: Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout by John Berryman
Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout
or murmur. Pals alone enormous sounds
downward & up bring..
Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
..
Departure of the Good Daemon by Robert Herrick
What can I do in poetry,
Now the good spirit’s gone from me?
Why, nothing now but lonely sit
And..
Draw-gloves by Robert Herrick
At draw-gloves we’ll play,
And prithee let’s lay
A wager, and let it be this :
Who first to the s..
Discontents In Devon by Robert Herrick
More discontents I never had
Since I was born, than here;
Where I have been, and still am, sad,
I..
De Coenatione Micae by Robert Louis Stevenson
LOOK round: You see a little supper room;
But from my window, lo! great Caesar’s tomb!
And the gre..
De Erotio Puella by Robert Louis Stevenson
THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans,
And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns
Or Curine..
De Hortis Julii Martialis by Robert Louis Stevenson
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please,
Beyond the glades of the Hesperides;
Along Janiculum li..
De Ligurra by Robert Louis Stevenson
YOU fear, Ligurra - above all, you long -
That I should smite you with a stinging song.
This dread..
De M. Antonio by Robert Louis Stevenson
NOW Antoninus, in a smiling age,
Counts of his life the fifteenth finished stage.
The rounded days..
Death, To The Dead For Evermore by Robert Louis Stevenson
DEATH, to the dead for evermore
A King, a God, the last, the best of friends -
Whene’er this morta..
Dedication by Robert Louis Stevenson
MY first gift and my last, to you
I dedicate this fascicle of songs -
The only wealth I have:
Jus..
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