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Invocation A La Poesie
© André Marie de Chénier
Nymphe tendre et vermeille, ô jeune Poésie!
Quel bois est aujourd'hui ta retraite choisie?
Dream Song 23: The Lay of Ike
© John Berryman
This is the lay of Ike.
Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâawkâ
who has been runningâerâerâthings in recentâechâ
in the UnitedâIf your screen is black,
ladies & gentlemen, weâI likeâ
at the Point he was already terrificâsick
On A Miser, 2 (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
A miser traversing his house,
Espied, unusual there, a mouse,
Dream Song 133: As he grew famousâah, but what is fame?
© John Berryman
As he grew famousâah, but what is fame?â
he lost his old obsession with his name,
things seemed to matter less,
including the fameâa television team came
from another country to make a film of him
which did not him distress:
Dream Song 58: Industrious, affable, having brain on fire
© John Berryman
Industrious, affable, having brain on fire,
Henry perplexed himself; others gave up;
good girls gave in;
geography was hard on friendship, Sire;
marriages lashed & languished, anguished; dearth of group
and what else had been;
Not The Pilot
© Walt Whitman
NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though
beaten back, and many times baffled;
Dream Song 121: Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it
© John Berryman
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it,
the whole humiliating Human round,
out of this & that.
He made a-many hearts go pit-a-pat
who now need never mind his nostril-hair
nor a critical error laid bare.
On A Recently Finished Statue
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Said Sculptor to immaculate marble-'Show
Thine essence; into necessary space
Dream Song 94: Ill lay he long, upon this last return
© John Berryman
Ill lay he long, upon this last return,
unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital
into reluctant Henry
and the nurses took it out & put it back,
smiling like fiends, with their eternal 'we.'
Henry did a slow burn,
Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled 'The Common Lot'
© George Gordon Byron
MONTGOMERY! true, the common lot
Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave;
Yet some shall never be forgot,
Some shall exist beyond the grave.
Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
© John Berryman
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
across malignant half my years or so?
One evil faery
it was workt night, with amoroso pleasing
menace, the panes shake
where Lie-by-the-fire is waiting for his cream.
The Divagator
© Gamaliel Bradford
You think my songs are strange.
I think they are myself.
I let my fancy range
The divagating elf.
Dream Song 84: Op. posth. no. 7
© John Berryman
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,
fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,
glowing fire-red,
succulent, and on the whole becoming what
man wants. I crack my final claw singly,
wind up the grave, & to bed.
Dream Song 99: Temples
© John Berryman
He does not live here but it is the god.
A priest tools in a top his motorbike.
You do not enter.
Us the landscape circles hard abroad,
sunned, stone. Like calls, too low, to like.
Dream Song 51: Our wounds to time, from all the other times
© John Berryman
Our wounds to time, from all the other times,
sea-times slow, the times of galaxies
fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times,
lessen so little that if here in his crude rimes
Henry them mentions, do not hold it, please,
for a putting of man down.
To William Wordsworth. Composed On The Night After His Recitation Of A Poem On The Growth Of An Indi
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friend of the Wise! and Teacher of the Good!
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Dream Song 109: She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in
© John Berryman
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in,
degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ
O at the end of loveâ
in undershorts, with visitors, whereof
we can say their childlessness is ending. Love
finally took over,
Adieu, Adieu! My Native Shore
© George Gordon Byron
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'ver the waters blue;
