John Berryman

His mother goes
The mother comes & goes
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & thenthat dragoner's mother was gone
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,forever

A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece,
Diminutive, but room enough

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All we were going strong last night this time,the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiriswere downing, supine on the floor lay Liselistening to Schubert grievous & sublime,my head was frantic with a following rime:it was a good evening, a...

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 other balls':

Cedars and the westward sun
The darkening sky
A man
Watches beside the fallen

The three men coming down the winter
In brown, with tall poles and a pack of
At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,
Past the five figures at the burning straw,