John Berryman

(25 October 1914 - 7 January 1972 / McAlester, Oklahoma)

John Berryman Poems

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81. Dream Song 60: Afters Eight Years, Be Less Dan Eight Percent 1/13/2003
82. Dream Song 21: Some Good People, Daring &Amp; Subtle Voices 1/13/2003
83. Dream Song 129: Thin As A Sheet His Mother Came To Him 1/13/2003
84. Dream Song 16: Henry's Pelt Was Put On Sundry Walls 1/13/2003
85. Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:&Mdash;Lord Of Matter, Thus 1/13/2003
86. Dream Song 3: A Stimulant For An Old Beast 1/13/2003
87. Dream Song 38: The Russian Grin Bellows His Condolence 1/13/2003
88. Dream Song 75: Turning It Over, Considering 1/13/2003
89. Dream Song 53: He Lay In The Middle Of The World, And Twicht 1/13/2003
90. Dream Song 324: An Elegy For W. C. W., The Lovely Man 1/20/2003
91. Dream Song 52: Silent Song 1/13/2003
92. Dream Song 121: Grief Is Fatiguing. He Is Out Of It 1/13/2003
93. Dream Song 40: I'M Scared A Lonely. Never See My Son 1/13/2003
94. Dream Song 15: Let Us Suppose, Valleys & Such Ago 1/1/2004
95. Dream Song 30: Collating Bones: I Would Have Liked To Do 1/13/2003
96. Dream Song 224: Lonely In His Great Age 1/13/2003
97. Dream Song 62: That Dark Brown Rabbit, Lightness In His Ears 1/13/2003
98. Dream Song 41: If We Sang In The Wood (And Death Is A German Expert) 1/13/2003
99. Dream Song 37: Three Around The Old Gentleman 1/13/2003
100. Dream Song 55: Peter's Not Friendly. He Gives Me Sideways Looks 1/13/2003
101. Dream Song 20: The Secret Of The Wisdom 1/13/2003
102. Dream Song 84: Op. Posth. No. 7 1/13/2003
103. Dream Song 69: Love Her He Doesn'T But The Thought He Puts 1/13/2003
104. Dream Song 45: He Stared At Ruin. Ruin Stared Straight Back 1/13/2003
105. Dream Song 33: An Apple Arc'D Toward Kleitos; Whose Great King 1/13/2003
106. Dream Song 51: Our Wounds To Time, From All The Other Times 1/13/2003
107. Dream Song 31: Henry Hankovitch, Con GuÍTar 1/13/2003
108. Dream Song 77: Seedy Henry Rose Up Shy 1/13/2003
109. Dream Song 70: Disengaged, Bloody, Henry Rose From The Shell 1/13/2003
110. Dream Song 127: Again, His Friend's Death Made The Man Sit Still 1/13/2003
111. Dream Song 43: 'Oyez, Oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver 1/13/2003
112. Dream Song 34: My Mother Has Your Shotgun. One Man, Wide 1/13/2003
113. Dream Song 149 1/20/2003
114. Dream Song 18: A Strut For Roethke 1/13/2003
115. Dream Song 25: Henry, Edged, Decidedly, Made Up Stories 1/13/2003
116. Dream Song 24: Oh Servant Henry Lectured Till 1/13/2003
117. Dream Song 120: Foes I Sniff, When I Have Less To Shout 1/13/2003
118. Dream Song 5: Henry Sats In De Bar &Amp; Was Odd 1/13/2003
119. Dream Song 76: Henry's Confession 1/13/2003
120. Dream Song 26: The Glories Of The World Struck Me 1/13/2003

Comments about John Berryman

  • Christopher Amati (9/4/2014 5:37:00 PM)

    I am reading Dream Songs. I cant really like this poetry. I like Lowell so much, I thought I could eventually like Berryman, but no. Lowell is sculptural, so dramatic and so inventive. Berryman just seems kind of...whiny

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  • Kenneth Belknap (4/1/2011 10:37:00 PM)

    Came here just to find some of the Dream Songs. Are there lots of poets who are unreadable on this sight?

  • Aj Pinquot (6/27/2010 7:48:00 PM)

    Is there any way to actually, you know, read the effing poems?

  • Ravi Avasthi (8/30/2009 11:27:00 AM)

    too early to comment, just opened my account

Best Poem of John Berryman

Dream Song 1: Huffy Henry Hid The Day

Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.

All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry's side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don't see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.

What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at ...

Read the full of Dream Song 1: Huffy Henry Hid The Day

The Traveller

They pointed me out on the highway, and they said
'That man has a curious way of holding his head.'

They pointed me out on the beach; they said 'That man
Will never become as we are, try as he can.'

They pointed me out at the station, and the guard
Looked at me twice, thrice, thoughtfully & hard.

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