Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot Sonnet 115 All we were going strong last night this time, the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine on the floor lay Lise listening to Schubert grievous & sublime, my head was frantic with a following rime: it was a good evening, an evening to please, I kissed her in the kitchen-ecstasies- among so much good we tamped down the crime. The weather's changing. This morning was cold, as I made for the grove, without expectation, some hundred Sonnets in my pockets, old, to read her if she came. Presently the sun yellowed the pines & my lady came not in blue jeans & a sweater. I sat down & wrote. John Berryman (25th October 1914 - 7th January 1972) |
Thursday 13 March 2014
The Thursday Poem
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