John Berryman

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And so do i when i am with her, but
I would she knew she lashed me where i bend.

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None is to read but you: so gently . . but then truth’s to heed, the sole
Word, near or far, shot in the mist.

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Others, though .

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Kiss in . . open wide

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But who not flanks the wells of uncanny light sudden in bright sand towering? a
Bone sunned white.

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A voice arrested me,—body, and will

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No more melpomene’s, but erato’s fool? .

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Highway whine, dawn’s trunks against the sun are black. i shiver

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Laertes’ winding-sheet done and undone in ithaca by day and night . . we thrum
Hopeful our shuffles, trusting to our disgrace.

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The village bell, or the college, tells me seven

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Never-seen, your radiant glad soul surfaced in the dawn

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Man, grievously and intensely like him even, envy nor jealousy admit

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Where i drink alone, the spruce barkeep sports a toupee alas— my glass i
Lift at six o’clock, my darling, as you plotted . . chinese couples shift in

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Now) flooding blurred eliot’s words sometimes, face not your face, hair not
You blonde but iron.

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A cambridge friend put in,—one whom i used to pay small rope at chess to

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Responds with peaceful gestures, calm and new this while, your home-strong
Love’s ferocious tramp?

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Stoop an acolyte
Who stood my master? must my blood flow bright, childish, i chilled and

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Together—twin convulsion—blue
Crests curl, to rest . . again the ivy waving.

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Over the state line with the state’s consent we cleared our four throats

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Women, who with their honey brook their gall and succor as they can the
Men they mar.