John Berryman Poems
Winter Landscape
The three men coming down the winter hill
In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds
At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,
Past the five figures at the burning straw,
Returning cold... more
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The Ball Poem
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,
What, what is he to do? I saw it go
Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then
Merrily over"”there it is in the water!
No use to say 'O there are... more
Poet: John Berryman rating: Dream Song 104: Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!
I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done.
The hospitals were fun
in certain ways, and an honour or so,
but on the whole fifty was a mess as... more
Poet: John Berryman rating: Dream Song 20: The Secret of the Wisdom
When worst got things, how was you? Steady on?
Wheedling, or shockt her &
you have been bad to your friend,
whom not you writing to. You have not listened.
A pelican of lies
you loosed: where... more
Poet: John Berryman rating: Sonnet 104 - A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece,
Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay
To finger eager on some torrid day . .
Who'd throw her black hair back, and hang, and tease.
Never, not once in... more
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