The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan (87 page)

Mother Cabrini

Mountains of twine and

: Ms. Sensitive Princess

Ms. Villonelle

M’Sieur & Madame Butterfly

Mud on the first day (night, rather

Musick strides through these poems

Mutiny

My 5 Favorite Records

My Autobiography

My babies parade waving their innocent flags

My beard is a leaping staff

My body heavy with poverty (starch)

my crib your crib

My dream a drink with Lonnie Johnson we discuss the code of the west

My friends are crazy with grief

My Grandfather was a Hasidic scholar

My heart is confirmed in its pure Buddhahood

My heart Your heart

My Life & Love

“My name

My rooms were full of awful features when

My rooms were full of Ostrich feathers when

My Tibetan Rose

Naked

Nancy, Jimmy, Larry, Frank, & Berdie

Narragansett Park

Natchez

Nature makes my teeth “to hurt”

Neal Cassady Talk

Near Paris, there is a boat. Near this boat live the beautiful Woods

Near the Ocean

Never hits us the day it’s lovely gathers us up in its name who

Never will I forget that trip. The dead were so thick in spots we tumbled over

New Junket

New Personal Poem

New Poets of England & America

New York Post

New York’s lovely weather

New York’s lovely weather hurts my forehead

Newtown

Night Letter

Nine stories high Second Avenue

no strange countries

Normal Depth Exceeds Specified Value

. . . 
Not far from here he was inside his head there were some sands. Of these 50

Nothing stands between us

November, dancing, or

Now I wish I were asleep, to see my dreams taking place

Now my mother’s apron unfolds again in my life pills black backs

Now she guards her chalice

Now she guards her chalice in a temple

Now she guards her chalice in a temple of fear

Now that I

Now twist knife all strength owing O now twist knife

Now you can rest forever

O, Sexual Reserve

O Captain, My Commander, I Think

O little town of Bethlehem

O Love

O love

O Rose

O Will Hubbard in the night! A great writer today he is

October: half-moon rising: London sky, Piccadilly’s, greyish-black

Ode

Ode to Medicine

of morning, Iowa City, blue

Often I try so hard with stimulants

Oh, George—that

Oh, Mrs. Gabriele Picabia-Buffet

Oh you, the sprightliest & most puggish, the brightest star

Okay. First. . . .

Old Armenian Proverb

Old-Fashioned Air

Old Moon

old prophets Help me to believe

On His Own.
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The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

On St. Mark’s Place

On St. Mark’s Place (Out the Second-floor Window)

On the 15th day of November in the year of the motorcar

On the green a white boy goes
(Penn Station)

On the green a white boy goes
(Sonnet XXI)

On the Level Everyday

On the Road Again

Once there was a rich man named craze man Wiliiker. This man was always very

One and one

one can only are

one can only are

One clear glass slipper

a slender blue single-rose vase

One Day in the Afternoon of the World

One View/1960

One, London

“Only the guilty need money”

Ophelia

Orange Black

Orange Black

Other Contexts

Où sont les neiges des neiges?

Out the Second-Floor Window

Out we go to get away from today’s

Over Belle Vue Road that silence said

Owe.
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The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

Paciorek

paid Lillian Gish $800,000 to

Pandora’s Box, an Ode

Paris, Frances

Paris Review

Part of My History

Pat Dugan. . . my grandfather. . . throat cancer. . . 1947

Patsy awakens in heat and ready to squabble

Paul Blackburn

Peace

Peeling rubber all the way up

Peking

Penn Station

People of the future

People of the Future

People Who Change Their Names

People Who Died

Personal Poem

Personal Poem #2

Personal Poem #7

Personal Poem #9

Peter Rabbit came in

Picasso would be very

Picnic

Pills Epithalamium black backs of books I can’t stand Snow Movie

Pinsk After Dark

poem

Poem (for Larry Fagin)

Poem (I’m lying in bed)

Poem (of morning, Iowa City, blue)

Poem
(Seven thousand feet over)

Poem (The Nature of the Commonwealth)

Poem (to Tom Clark)

Poem
(Yea, though I walk)

Poem for Philip Whalen

Poem in the Modern Manner

Poem in the Traditional Manner

Poem Made after Re-Reading the Wonderful Book of Poetry, “Air”, by Tom Clark, Seven Years since He First Sent It to Me

“Poets Tribute to Philip Guston”

Polish Haiku

Poop

Positively Fourth Street

Postcard

Postcard 12/2/82

Postcard from the Sky

Postmarked Grand Rapids

Prayer

Presence

Problems, Problems

Prose Keys to American Poetry

Providence

Pussy put her paw into the pail of paint

Put the books back the brown hair pierced the shower 40 below the

Putting Away.
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The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

Quarter to Three

Queen name

Queen Victoria dove headfirst into the swimming pool, which was filled

Rain

Rain falling through the blue

Rain or Shine

Reading Frank O’Hara

Reading Frank O’Hara you

Real Life

Reality is the totality of all things possessing Actuality

Reborn a rabbi in Pinsk, reincarnated

Red Air

Red Shift

Reds

Reeling Midnight.
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The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

Remembered Poem

Resolution

Revery

revery

revery

Richard Gallup at 30

Rilke

ripped

Robert (Lowell)

Robert Creeley reading

Ronka

Rouge

Round About Oscar

Rusty Nails

Salut

Salutation

San Francisco

San Gabriel

Sandy’s Sunday Best

Sash the faces of lust

Saturday Afternoons on the Piazza

Scene of Life at the Capitol

Scorpio

Scorpion, Eagle & Dove (A Love Poem)

self suspended in age time warp put out to grass

Selflessness

Seriousness

Service at Upwey

Setback

Seurat and Juan Gris combine this season

Seven thousand feet over

Shaking Hands

She

She (Not to be confused with she, a girl)

She alters all our lives for the better, merely

She comes as in a dream with west wind eggs

She is always two blue eyes

She murmurs of signs to her fingers

She was pretty swacked by the time she

Shelley

Since we had changed

Sister Moon

Six months of each other

Skeats and the Industrial Revolution

slack

slack

Sleep half sleep half silence and with reasons

Sleeping Alone

Small Role Felicity

Smashed Ashcan Lid

Smiling with grace the mother, the spouse, leaned

So Going Around Cities

So long, Jimi

So sleeping & waking

Some Do Not

Some Trips to Go On

Somebody knows everything, so

Somebody knows everything so

Someone something

Someone who loves me calls me

Something Amazing Just Happened

Somethings gotta be done! I thought

Sometimes it is quiet throughout the night

Something to Remember

Song

Song: Prose & Poetry

Sonnet I

Sonnet II

Sonnet III

Sonnet IV

Sonnet V

Sonnet VI

Sonnet XIII

Sonnet XIV

Sonnet XV

Sonnet XVI

Sonnet XVII

Sonnet XVIII

Sonnet XIX

Sonnet XXI

Sonnet XXII

Sonnet XXIII

Sonnet XXV

Sonnet XXVI

Sonnet XXVII

Sonnet XXVIII

Sonnet XXIX

Sonnet XXX

Sonnet XXXI

Sonnet XXXII

Sonnet XXXIII

Sonnet XXXIV

Sonnet XXXV

Sonnet XXXVI

Sonnet XXXVII

Sonnet XXXVIII

Sonnet XL

Sonnet XLI

Sonnet XLII

Sonnet XLIII

Sonnet XLIV

Sonnet XLV

Sonnet XLVI

Sonnet XLVII

Sonnet XLVIII

Sonnet XLIX

Sonnet L

Sonnet LI

Sonnet LII

Sonnet LIII

Sonnet LV

Sonnet LVI

Sonnet LVII

Sonnet LIX

Sonnet LX

Sonnet LXI

Sonnet LXIV

Sonnet LXV

Sonnet LXVI

Sonnet LXVII

Sonnet LXVIII

Sonnet LXX

Sonnet LXXI

Sonnet LXXII

Sonnet LXXIII

Sonnet LXXIV

Sonnet LXXV

Sonnet LXXVI

Sonnet LXXVII

Sonnet LXXVIII

Sonnet LXXX

Sonnet LXXXI

Sonnet LXXXII

Sonnet LXXXIII

Sonnet LXXXIV

Sonnet LXXXV

Sonnet LXXXVII

Sonnet LXXXVIII

Sonnet: Homage to Ron

Sonnet to Patricia

Southampton Business

Southwest

Soviet Souvenir

Space

Spell

Spring banged me up a bit

Squawking a gala occasion, forgetting, and

St. Mark’s By-the-Pacific

St. Mark’s in the Bouwerie

Stand-Up Comedy Routine

Stars & Stripes Forever

Steve Carey

Stoop where I sit, am crazy

Stop Stop Six.
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The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

Strategy

Strategy is what you do how

String of Pearls

Strings like stories shine

Strong coffee in

Stronger than alcohol, more great than song

Summer so histrionic, marvelous dirty days

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning: here we live jostling & tricky

Sunlit

Sunny, Light Winds

surface

surface

Sweet Iris

Sweet Vocations

Sweeter than sour apples flesh to boys

Swinburne & Watts-Dunton

Take me, third factory of life

Take off your hat & coat & give me all your money

Take off your head; un-

Take one hymn out west and back in step

step and punch how well

Take these beads from my shoulders

Talking

Tambourine Life

Telegram

Television

Tell It Like It Is

Ten Things to Do in the Closet

That Poem George Found

That they are starving

That’s all

The
(Buddhist Text)

The
(Larceny)

The academy of the future is opening its doors

The Admirals brushed

The Ancient Art of Wooing

The Avant-Garde Literary Award

the bear eats honey

The best way of

The blue day! In the air winds dance

The bulbs burn phosphorescent, white

The bunnies plug-in & elaborate

The By-Laws

The Chinese ate their roots; it

The Circle

The Collected Earlier Poems by William Carlos Williams

The Complete Prelude

The Conscience of a Conservative

The D.A.

The Dance of the Broken Bomb.
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The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

The dancer grins at the ground

The Einstein Intersection

The End

The Final Chapters

The front is hiding the rear

The fucking enemy shows up

The goddess stands in front of her cave

The Great Genius

The Great Genius is

The Green Sea

The ground is white with snow

The guards tense, the centers jump

The Heads of the Town

The Joke & the Stars

The Lady, Just When I Think I Know You, You Take Capricious Form Travelling Circus & Road Show (or, In the Labyrinth)

The life I have led

The Light