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Dream Song 115: Her properties, like her of course and frisky and new

© John Berryman

Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new:
a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed
inside in the Great Neck night,
a record ('great'), her work all over as u-
sual rejected. She odd in a bakery.
The owner stand beside her

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

© William Shakespeare

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due,Utt'ring bare truth, ev'n so as foes commend

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lips that love's own hand did make

© William Shakespeare

Those lips that love's own hand did makeBreath'd forth the sound that said, "I hate,"To me that languish't for her sake,But when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,Was used in giving gentle doomAnd taught it thus anew to greet

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lines that I before have writ do lie

© William Shakespeare

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Ev'n those that said I could not love you dearer,Yet then my judgement knew no reason whyMy most full flame should afterwards burn clearer

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those hours that with gentle work did frame

© William Shakespeare

Those hours that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwellWill play the tyrants to the very same,And that unfair which fairly doth excel,For never-resting time leads summer onTo hid'ous winter and confounds him there,Sap checkt with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o'er-snow'd and bareness every where;Then were not summer's distillation leftA liquid pris'ner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was

Dream Song 110: It was the blue and plain ones. I forget all that

© John Berryman

It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that.
My own clouds darkening hung.
Besides, it wasn't serious.
They took them in different rooms & fed them lies.
'She admitted you wanted to get rid of it.'
'He told us he told you to.'

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me

© William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain

Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes and goes

© John Berryman

His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then
that dragoner's mother was gone.
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,
forever. While he drawing his first breath,
while skinning his knees,

Shakespeare's Sonnets: They that have pow'r to hurt and will do none

© William Shakespeare

They that have pow'r to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation slow,They rightly do inherit heav'n's gracesAnd husband nature's riches from expense,They are the lords and own'rs of their faces,Others but stewards of their excellence

Dream Song 109: She mentioned 'worthless' and 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,

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then let not winter's wragged hand deface

© William Shakespeare

Then let not winter's wragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer ere thou be distill'd:Make sweet some vial, treasure thou some place,With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,And do not drop in for an after loss

Shakespeare's Sonnets: The other two, slight air and purging fire

The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, where ever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with swift motion slide

Shakespeare's Sonnets: The little love-god lying once asleep

The little love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brandWhil'st many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by, but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fire,Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd,And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd

Shakespeare's Sonnets: The forward violet thus did I chide

The forward violet thus did I chide,Sweet thief, whence did'st thou steal thy sweet that smellsIf not from my love's breath? The purple prideWhich on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells?In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed,The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair,The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,Our blushing shame, an other white despair:A third nor red, nor white, had stol'n of both,And to his robb'ry had annex't thy breath,But for his theft in pride of all his growthA vengeful canker ate him up to death

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