The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan (88 page)

The logic of grammar is not genuine it shines forth

The Moon is Yellow

The Morning Line

The Nature of the Commonwealth

the number two, &

The poem upon the page is as massive as

The Pope’s learning Welsh

The Pope’s Nose

The pregnant waitress

The pressure’s on, old son

“The pressure’s on, old son”

The rain comes and falls

The rains come & Fall

The right wall is bricks

The Rose of Sharon

The School Windows Song

The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford: Fauna

Time

On His Own

Owe

Putting Away

Reeling Midnight

Stop Stop Six

The Dance of the Broken Bomb

We Are Jungles

The Sender of This

The Short Poems

The Simple Pleasures of Buffalo

The Society Club

The St. Mark’s Poetry Project

The storms of Baudelaire fall on Judas’ head

The Sunset Motel

“the taste is pleasant, and the insane

The Ten Greatest Books of the Year (1967)

The Ten Greatest Books of the Year, 1968

The torpedo was friendly

The TV Story

The Upper Arm

The Way It Was in Wheeling

The white poet with his book

The Who’s Last Tour

The wicked will tremble, the food will rejoic

The withered leaves fly higher than dolls can see

Then I’d Cry

there

There I was

There is a shoulder in New York City

There is no transition from a gesture to a cry or a sound. (same thing)

There is no windshield

There isn’t much to say to Marxists in Nicaragua

There we were, on fire with being there, then

There’s a strange lady in my front yard
(Clown)

There’s a strange lady in my front yard

(Landscape with Figures [Southampton])

“There’s no place

There’s nothing new under the sun, and

These are the very rich garments of the poo

They basted his caption on top of the fat

sheriff, “The Pig”

They have bent

They killed all the whales

They set you up. Took yr stuff. Gave

Thin Breast Doom

Things to Do in Anne’s Room

Things to Do in New York City

Things to Do in Providence

Things to Do on Speed

Think of Anything

Thinking about past times in New York by talking

This

“This ability, to do things well

This city night

This distinguished boat

This excitement to be all of night, Henry

This Guy

“This is the only language you understand, Ass-Face”

“This movie has Fred Astaire and Robert Ryan in it

“This mushroom walks in”

This night my soul, & yr soul, will be wrapped in

This Perfect Day

This picture indicates development

this steady twelve-tone humming inbetween my ears

This Will Be Her Shining Hour

those exhausting dreams

Three Little Words

Three Lost Years

Three Poems: Going to Canada: Itinerary

How to Get to Canada

Love

Three Sonnets and a Coda for Tom Clark

Thursday & Friday

Time flies by like a great whale

tin roof slanting sunlight

To

To a Young Painter

To an Eggbeater

To Anne

To Be Serious

To Book-Keepers

To England’s very great relief

to gentle, pleasant strains

To Himself

To Jacques Roubaud

To Ron

To Sing the Song, That Is Fantastic

To Southampton

Tobacco

Today

Today Chicago

Today I had planned to fribble away

Today I woke up

Today in Ann Arbor

Today in New York City

Today is Courty Bryan’s birthday

Today’s News

Tom Clark

Tompkins Square Park

Tonight

Too many fucking mosquitoes under the blazing sun

Tooting My Horn on Duty

Tooting my horn on duty in the infantry

Tough Brown Coat

Tough brown coat

Tough Cookies

Train Ride

Train Ride . . 
.

Transition of Nothing Noted as Fascinating

Treason of the Clerks

Truth as History

“Truth is that which

Tulsa Rose Gardens

Turk

Turkeys

Turn around

Two cops cruise East 9th

Two Serious Ladies

Unconditional Release at 38

Under a red face, black velvet shyness

Under the Southern Cross

Untitled
(It’s Morning!)

Untitled
(July 11, 1982)

Untitled
(Orange Black)

Untitled
(Want)

Up a hill, short

Up inside the walls of air listen

Up is waiting

Upon the river, point me out my course

Upon this field the physical energies of

Upside Down

Valentine

Velvet &

Via Air

Vignette

Villonnette

Virtue, Honor, Beauty, Kind gestures

Visits from a Small Enigma

Voice of ride

Voici la tête d’un chien

Wake Up

wake up

Wake up high up

Walk right in

Wan as pale thighs making apple belly strides

Want

Wantonesse

Warrior

. . . was 30 when we met. I was

Waterloo Sunset

We

We are involved in a transpersonified state

We Are Jungles.
See
The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford

We are the dresses for Alice

We ate lunch, remember? and I paid the check

We commemorated a joyous (if

We miss something now

We remove a hand . . . 

We think by feeling and so we ride together

Wednesday Evening Services

We’ll mash your leman, plunk

What a Dump or, Easter

What are you thinking . . .

What I’d Like for Christmas, 1970

What I’m trying to say is that if an experience is

What is it all about—this endless

What said your light

what sky
(An Autobiography in 5 Parts: Frank O’Hara’s Question . . . )

what sky
(Many Happy Returns: Frank O’Hara’s Question . . . )

What strikes the eye hurts, what one hears is a lie

What thoughts I have of where I’ll be, & when, & doing what

What thwarts this fear I love

What to do

What we have here is Animal Magick: the fox

What’s the number I request

What’s the Racket

When having something to do

When I search the past for you
(Cento: A Note on Philosophy)

When I search the past for you
(Heloise)

When I see Birches, I think

When seeking sky you’re left with sky, then

When she comes, landscape listens; heavenly

When Wyn & Sally and the twins went to Minnesota to visit Wyn’s father last

Whenever Richard Gallup is dissevered

Where

Where do the words come from? (come in?)

Where the Ceiling Light Burns

White powder

Whitman in Black

Who I Am and What I Think

“who is not here

Who Was Sylvia?

Whoa Back Buck & Gee By Land

“Who’s a ‘black’ artist?”

Who’s gonna kiss your pretty little

Why don’t we

Why have you billowed under my ancient piazza

Will “Reclining Figure, One Arm”

Will the little girl outside

Wind

Winds in the stratosphere

Windshield

Winged Pessary

Winter

Winter. You think of sex, but it’s asleep

Winter crisp and the brittleness of snow

Winter in the country, Southampton, pale horse

Wishes

With

With Eileen in Locarno

With faith we shall be able . . . 

With sound Sun melts snow

W/O Scruple

Woke up this morning you were other people in absentia lovely fashions

Woman is singing the song and summer

Words for Love

Work Postures

Written on Red Roses & Yellow Light

Wrong Train

Yea, though I walk

Yes, it’s true, strategy is fascinating

You are lovely

You are very interesting

You can make this swooped transition on your lips
(Some Do Not)

You can make this swooped transition on your lips
(Sonnet XXXV)

You come into my life a little yellow

You don’t have to be Marie Curie

You had gone for a drive in the

You had your own reasons for getting

You in love with her

You see a lot

You stay in the Mental Institute of your life

You took a wrong turn in

You took me

You will dream about me

You’ll do good if you play it like you’re

. . . Your America & mine

You’re listening to a man who in 1964 un-

You’re so funny! I’d give you