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贴旧译:《梦歌》选译

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冷霜 发表于 2003-5-30 21:29:28 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
贴旧译:《梦歌》选译《梦歌》选译



[美]约翰·贝里曼
冷霜译  
   
    约翰·贝里曼(John Berryman,1914-1972),自白派诗歌的重要代表,美国当代最富创造性的诗人之一。代表性作品为两部长诗:《向布雷兹特里特夫人致敬》(1953)和《梦歌》(1969),1972年自杀身亡。
    《梦歌》由385首诗组成,每首3节,每节6行,诗行长短有致,韵脚松紧不拘。诗中的主人公亨利和艾略特创造的普鲁弗洛克一样,是20世纪美国诗歌中一个不朽的文学形象。关于他,贝里曼自己阐释说,这是“一个想象中的人物(不是诗人自己),一个将近中年的美国白人,有时扮作黑人,他曾遭受过无以挽回的失败,并时而以第一人称、时而以第三人称、有时甚至用第二人称谈论他自己;他有一个不知名的朋友,被他冠以‘勃恩斯先生’以及由此而来的各种各样的称呼。”(“勃恩斯先生”,在美语中原指化装黑人剧团演出时站在一端敲响板的人。)以此,贝里曼调用了可以想象的最为广泛的艺术手段,或抒情,或叙事,或假想性交谈,或沉思式自语,或以书面语煞有介事,或用市井腔插科打诨,多侧面、多声部地道出了这个半自传性人物的爱和性欲、痛苦和烦恼、悲伤和怀念——他的梦一般的一生。A.Poulin,Jr.所编的《美国当代诗选》中写道,因为这部巨作的“深度、广度、勇气和技巧,使评论家们将贝里曼与荷马、但丁、惠特曼相提并论”,“他完全可以被认为是本世纪真正伟大的诗人之一”。前一句或许有过誉之处,后一句却并非溢美之词。下面几首诗即从这一选本中译出。
     
    ——译者
     
     
《梦歌》(选译)

     
        1

     
    气哼哼亨利藏了  一天,
    亨利愤愤难平。
    我懂他的意思,——想把事情拖下去。
    他们以为他们能干这个
    正是这想法使亨利心怀恶意离开。
    而他本该露面并且发言。
     
    整个世界像一个毛料情人
    一度确似在亨利一边。
    后来背叛了。
    此后一切都未像它可能或应该的那样结束。
    我不明白,被撬开
    让整个世界看过后,亨利为什么还活着。
     
    现在他不得不说的是一个漫长的
    奇迹这世界能忍受并且就是。
    一次在一株悬铃木下我高兴
    到了极点,我唱。
    完完全全,沧海变成桑田,
    每一张床都变得空荡。



            4
     
    一边往她小巧、芬芳的肉体里
    填进辣子鸡,一边,她瞥了我
    两眼。
    兴奋得都晕了,我饥饿地回视
    仅仅因为还有她的丈夫和另外四个人
    我才没有扑上去
     
    或倒在她的小脚旁边,喊道:
    “灿烂夫人,这么长的黑夜的年代里
    你是亨利迷茫的双眼所享用过的
    最火爆的一个。”我继续吃
    (真让人绝望)我的意大利冰糕。——勃恩斯先生:满满当当,
    这世界,尽是吃饭的姑娘。
     
    ——黑发,拉丁人的皮肤,宝石镶嵌的眼睛
    目光低垂……那个蠢货挨在她  旁边……是什么奇迹
    让她坐在那儿?
    饭馆轰响。她还不如呆在火星上。
    哪儿出问题了?该有条法律管管亨利。
    勃恩斯先生:有。


     
            13
     
    上帝保佑亨利。他活得像只老鼠,
    起初头上
    头发浓密。
    亨利不是个胆小鬼。根本不是。
    他从未放弃过任何事;相反
    他挺着,当同情之类的东西越来越稀薄。
     
    所以亨利或许是个人。
    让我们调查一下。
    ……我们调查过了;很好。
    他是个有人情味儿的美国男人。
    是这样。我的情人儿在刹车。
    我的厚脸皮在疼。来吧,蔑视我吧,安排我出路。
     
    上帝是亨利的敌人。我们在作交易……那么,
    什么交易必须弄清楚。
    死路一条。
    我和它像得不能再像了。——勃恩斯先生,
    当我仰望金黄天空,
    你如此卑鄙地打动了我


                                                                 
            14
     
    生活是,朋友们,令人厌倦的。我们不能这么说。
    毕竟,天空闪烁,大海渴望,
    我们自己也闪烁和渴望,
    而且在我小时候我母亲就对我说:
    (一遍又一遍)“什么时候承认你厌倦了
    都意味着你没有
     
    内心的源泉。”现在我断定我没有
    内心的源泉,因为我无比厌倦。
    人们令我厌倦,
    文学令我厌倦,尤其是伟大的文学,
    亨利令我厌倦,以及他和阿喀琉斯一样糟的
    那些困苦和抱怨,
     
    他热爱人们和优秀的艺术,而这都令我厌倦。
    宁静的山丘,和陷阱,看上去像一张拖网,
    不知怎的,一只狗
    已带着它自己和它的尾巴离开
    进入群山或天空或大海,剩下
    我:一个小丑。



            29
     
    压在亨利心上,一件事,曾
    如此沉重,倘若他有一百年时间
    或更长,流着泪,失眠,多久
    亨利也不能恢复。
    在亨利耳中,始终一再地响起某个地方的
    低声咳嗽,一丝气味,一阵排钟似的声音。
     
    像一张肃穆的锡耶纳人※的脸,
    在他记忆中还有另一件事,那种耻辱
    平静的轮廓一千年也不会模糊。幽灵一般,
    他注视着,眼睛睁着,又一无所见。
    所有的钟声都说:太迟了。这不是为了泪水;
    是为了沉思。
     
    但是亨利从未,像他以为他曾做过的那样,
    干掉过任何一个人,把她大卸八块,
    并将它们藏在可能会被发现的地方。
    他知道:他清查过每一个人,没有谁不在。
    黎明时分,他常把她们点上一遍。
    从未有人失踪。
     
    ※译注:锡耶纳(Siena),意大利中部城市。


                                                                 
            230

     
    说话声,说话声。阳光渐熄,鸟已离去。
    几个月前,他对我说了谎,他朋友般的风趣
    如今已滑向歉意。
    我很遗憾这位年长的天才记得它。
    我一无所是,无以在他的思想里占据
    片刻。我们
     
    应邀去他的小屋,三个人,
    分作两组;他说话犹如朱庇特。
    我坐在那里,满心敬仰,
    全神贯注,而他的玩笑就像频频点头
    为我们洞穿了我们最奇特的经历。他
    似乎管辖着一些奇异的事物:
     
    好啊。三个。三个。我得记住这个。
    我热爱我所爱的伟大的人物。没有什么人是伟大的。
    我得记住这个。
    我们都在奋斗。他已比其他人奋斗得更好,
    在西半球歌唱,嘟囔,预言
    是我们没能通过的考试。
     
    我总是被征服;叶芝和弗罗斯特。



            亨利的理解   
     
    他看书看到很晚,在缅因州,理查德家,
    32岁了?理查德和海伦挺在床上,
    我的好老婆挺在床上。
    我要做的不过是脱光了上床,
    把书签插到书里,然后睡觉,
    醒过来,一顿热扑扑的早餐。
     
    正对着海滨是一座岛屿,普蒂马南,
    从理查德家的草坪过去,海岸几乎是垂直的。
    凌晨四点的一阵寒意。
    创造一个人只需几分钟。
    此时此地的一片专注。
    突然,与巴赫不同,
     
    真可怕,与巴赫不同,我想到了
    一个夜晚,我不是穿上温暖的睡袍,
    而是脱下所有的衣物
    穿过这又冷又湿的草坪,走下海岸,
    走进可怕的水中,永远走下去,
    从海底一直走向那座孤岛。
     


附原文


Dream Song 1


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 the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.



Dream Song 4


Filling her compact & delicious body
with chicken páprika, she glanced at me
twice.
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
and only the fact of her husband & four other people
kept me from springing on her

or falling at her little feet and crying
'You are the hottest one for years of night
Henry's dazed eyes
have enjoyed, Brilliance.' I advanced upon
(despairing) my spumoni.--Sir Bones: is stuffed,
de world, wif feeding girls.

--Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes
downcast . . . The slob beside her     feasts . . .         
What wonders is
she sitting on, over there?
The restaurant buzzes.  She might as well be on Mars.
Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law     
against Henry.
--Mr. Bones: there is.



Dream Song 13


God bless Henry. He lived like a rat,
with a thatch of hair on his head
in the beginning.
Henry was not a coward.  Much.
He never deserted anything; instead
he stuck, when things like pity were thinning.

So may be Henry was a human being.
Let's investigate that.
. . . We did; okay.
He is a human American man.
That's true.  My lass is braking.
My brass is aching.  Come & diminish me, & map my   
way.

God's Henry's enemy. We're in business . . . Why,
what business must be clear.
A cornering.
I couldn't feel more like it.  --Mr. Bones,
as I look on the saffron sky,
you strikes me as ornery.



Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.



Dream Song 29


There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry's ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.

And there is another thing he has in mind
like a grave Sienese face a thousand years
would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of.      
Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.
All the bells say: too late.  This is not for tears;
thinking.

But never did Henry, as he thought he did,
end anyone and hacks her body up
and hide the pieces, where they may be found.
He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing.



Dream Song 230


There are voices, voices. Light’s dying. Birds have   
quit.
He lied about me, months ago. His friendly wit
now slid to apology.
I am sorry that senior genius remembered it.
I am nothing, to occupy his thought
One moment. We

Went at his biding to his cabin, three,
in two bodies; and his spoke like Jove.
I sat there full of love,
salt with attention, while his jokes like nods pierced for us our most strange history. He
seemed to be in charge of the odds:

hurrah. Three. Three. I must remember that.
I love great men I love. Nobody’ great.
I must remember that.
We all fight. Having fought better than the rest,
he sings, & mutters & prophesies in the West
and is our flunked test.

I always come in prostrate; Yeats & Frost.



Henry’s Understanding


He was reading late, at Richard’s, down in Maine, aged 32? Richard & Helen long in bed,
my good wife long in bed.
All I had to do was strip & get into my bed,
putting the marker in the book, & sleep,
& wake to a hot breakfast.

Off the coast was an island, P’tit Manaan,
the bluff from Richard’s lawn was make almost sheer.
A chill at four o’clock.
It only takes a few minutes to make a man.
A concentration upon now & here.
Suddenly, unlike Bach,

& horribly, unlike Bach, it occurred to me
that one night, instead of warm pajamas,
I’d take off all my clothes
& cross the damp cold lawn & down the bluff
into the terrible water & walk forever
under it out toward the island.



得一忘二 发表于 2003-5-30 21:30:54 | 显示全部楼层

好译

好译有味因为有水准
Bones是一个俚语,黑人用来指赌场的骰子(dice)
所以仅仅音译似乎有点不到位
 楼主| 冷霜 发表于 2003-5-30 21:52:36 | 显示全部楼层

一点说明

一点说明
朋友告诉我论坛上有《梦歌》的翻译,就来看,并想把以前译的几首《梦歌》里的诗一并贴出,最近因事将一些译诗的不同译本比对着看,觉得颇有收获,所以也想多提供一个译本。这些诗以前也曾发表,但还是让它也变成一部分网络资源为好。

得一忘二兄:据我所见,贝里曼的诗在国内先后曾有郑敏(《美国当代诗选》)、赵琼岛子(《美国自白派诗选》)、杨青(陈东飙,《南方诗志》,民刊)译过,郑和杨都是零星几首,赵琼岛子译的篇幅多一些,但后者译得相当潦草。大概以杨青译得最好。自白派最有名的五人中,罗厄尔、普拉斯、塞克斯顿在八十年代都颇受欢迎,而贝里曼则在更年轻一辈里找到了知音,据我所知,年轻诗人中至少凌越、李建春、马骅都曾在主题和形式上从《梦歌》中受到过启发。而斯诺德格拉斯则差不多没有影响。
得一忘二 发表于 2003-5-30 22:08:07 | 显示全部楼层

谢谢

谢谢我的硕士论文做的是普拉斯,论绘画和电影技巧对她诗艺的影响;
当然我一直对这个时期的诗歌尤其是与所谓的自白派关系比较紧的兴趣较浓,
国内的翻译成书的我基本上看过,总的说来不是令人满意,
当然大多数都是从选本翻译,所以译者很多并没有对这些诗人有比较全面的把握;
至于《梦歌》那些少数的翻译中,诗人的喜笑怒骂失去了,
代之以一种归纳化的“沉痛”(似乎自白派除了自暴禁忌话题外就是想自杀似的)。

您的翻译在这口吻的处理上令人信服。
 楼主| 冷霜 发表于 2003-5-30 22:24:49 | 显示全部楼层

过奖了

过奖了
你说的很对。你说到的美国中间一代,很多诗人单独去看都自有一番宇宙,可惜我们大多只能见到一鳞半爪。刚才想起,张子清也曾有过片断的译笔,比较通脱。
范倍 发表于 2003-5-31 00:58:25 | 显示全部楼层

俺也一直喜欢着老贝啊

俺也一直喜欢着老贝啊最开始是因为那本《诗人谈诗》上他的谈话,再看了他的诗,疯狂喜欢。与喜欢奥登差不多。
 楼主| 冷霜 发表于 2003-5-31 01:17:49 | 显示全部楼层

范倍你好

范倍你好
这一向可好?你也可以译一些他的诗呀。
范倍 发表于 2003-5-31 11:30:37 | 显示全部楼层

冷霜好

冷霜好这一向啊还行吧。Berryman的东西我看得很少,除了岛子译的那几首,还有郑敏那本美国当代诗选上的几首,其余的就是从网上搜来的了,:)。也有心译点,但我找到的都几乎被译过了。冷兄译得真棒,对我的理解大有帮助啊。
太想看到他的梦歌全本了,不知道哪里能找到。
 楼主| 冷霜 发表于 2003-5-31 13:32:46 | 显示全部楼层

谢谢

谢谢
《梦歌》的全集我有,是后来复印的,但是多次搬家已经不知道放在什么地方了。等我找出来我再跟你联系吧。这几首其实也是从小波林的《美国当代诗选》里选译的。

范倍 发表于 2003-5-31 13:51:01 | 显示全部楼层

先谢个

先谢个慢慢找吧。到北京时,希望能再拜访你。
 楼主| 冷霜 发表于 2003-5-31 16:23:27 | 显示全部楼层

别客气呀

别客气呀
希望早日能有重逢的机会,呵呵,上次见面之后蒋浩他们遭遇的小故事,现在想起来都觉得挺好笑。
范倍 发表于 2003-5-31 20:47:15 | 显示全部楼层

那件小事啊

那件小事啊有一段时间我一忐忑不安,不知道为什么会这样,不过,后来想明白了 ,:)
得一忘二 发表于 2003-6-2 15:56:50 | 显示全部楼层

看这儿有老贝的很多梦歌

看这儿有老贝的很多梦歌http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?aid=52
范倍 发表于 2003-6-2 16:35:49 | 显示全部楼层

试了一下

试了一下访问不到,伤感啊。
明明知道那里埋藏着宝贝,却挖不了啊
画皮 发表于 2003-6-2 16:41:27 | 显示全部楼层

行的,我刚试&am

行的,我刚试过,有150首棗Poems by John Berryman:
?The Ball Poem
?The Curse
?Dream Song 1: Huffy Henry hid the day
?Dream Song 2: Big Buttons, Cornets: the advance
?Dream Song 3: A Stimulant for an Old Beast
?Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body
?Dream Song 5: Henry sats in de bar & was odd
?Dream Song 6: A Capital at Wells
?Dream Song 7: 'The Prisoner of Shark Island' with Paul Muni
?Dream Song 8: The weather was fine. They took away his teeth
?Dream Song 9: Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill
?Dream Song 10: There were strange gatherings. A vote would come
?Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.
?Dream Song 12: Sabbath
?Dream Song 13: God bless Henry
?Dream Song 14: Life, friends, is boring
?Dream Song 15: Let us suppose, valleys & such ago
?Dream Song 16: Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls
?Dream Song 17: Muttered Henry:桳ord of matter, thus
?Dream Song 18: A Strut for Roethke
?Dream Song 19: Here, whence
?Dream Song 20: The Secret of the Wisdom
?Dream Song 21: Some good people, daring & subtle voices
?Dream Song 22: Of 1826
?Dream Song 23: The Lay of Ike
?Dream Song 24: Oh servant Henry lectured till
?Dream Song 25: Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories
?Dream Song 26: The glories of the world struck me
?Dream Song 27: The greens of the Ganges delta foliate
?Dream Song 28: Snow Line
?Dream Song 29: There sat down, once, a thing
?Dream Song 30: Collating bones: I would have liked to do
?Dream Song 31: Henry Hankovitch, con gu韙ar
?Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
?Dream Song 33: An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King
?Dream Song 34: My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide
?Dream Song 35: MLA
?Dream Song 36: The high ones die, die. They die
?Dream Song 37: Three around the Old Gentleman
?Dream Song 38: The Russian grin bellows his condolence |  1 Comment
?Dream Song 39: Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear
?Dream Song 40: I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son
?Dream Song 41: If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)
?Dream Song 42: O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane
?Dream Song 43: 'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver
?Dream Song 44: Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon
?Dream Song 45: He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back
?Dream Song 46: I am, outside. Incredible |  3 Comments
?Dream Song 47: April Fool's Day, or, St Mary of Egypt
?Dream Song 48: He yelled at me in Greek
?Dream Song 49: Blind
?Dream Song 50: In a motion of night they massed nearer my post
?Dream Song 51: Our wounds to time, from all the other times
?Dream Song 52: Silent Song
?Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht
?Dream Song 54: 'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to
?Dream Song 55: Peter's not friendly. He gives me sideways looks
?Dream Song 56: Hell is empty. O that has come to pass
?Dream Song 57: In a state of chortle sin--once he reflected
?Dream Song 58: Industrious, affable, having brain on fire
?Dream Song 59: Henry's Meditation in the Kremlin
?Dream Song 60: Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent
?Dream Song 61: Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside
?Dream Song 62: That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears
?Dream Song 63: Bats have no bankers and they do not drink
?Dream Song 64: Supreme my holdings, greater yet my need
?Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips
?Dream Song 66: 'All virtues enter into this world:')
?Dream Song 67: I don't operate often. When I do
?Dream Song 68: I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing
?Dream Song 69: Love her he doesn't but the thought he puts
?Dream Song 70: Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell
?Dream Song 71: Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four
?Dream Song 72: The Elder Presences
?Dream Song 73: Karensui, Ryoan-ji
?Dream Song 74: Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry
?Dream Song 75: Turning it over, considering
?Dream Song 76: Henry's Confession
?Dream Song 77: Seedy Henry rose up shy
?Dream Song 78: Op. posth. no. 1
?Dream Song 79: Op. posth. no. 2
?Dream Song 80: Op. posth. no. 3
?Dream Song 81: Op. posth. no. 4
?Dream Song 82: Op. posth. no. 5
?Dream Song 83: Op. posth. no. 6
?Dream Song 84: Op. posth. no. 7
?Dream Song 85: Op. posth. no. 8
?Dream Song 86: Op. posth. no. 9
?Dream Song 87: Op. posth. no. 10
?Dream Song 88: Op. posth. no. 11
?Dream Song 89: Op. posth. no. 12
?Dream Song 90: Op. posth. no. 13
?Dream Song 91: Op. posth. no. 14 |  1 Comment
?Dream Song 92: Room 231: the fourth week
?Dream Song 93: General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General
?Dream Song 94: Ill lay he long, upon this last return
?Dream Song 95: The surly cop looked out at me in sleep
?Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning
?Dream Song 97: Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig
?Dream Song 98: I met a junior--not so junior--and
?Dream Song 99: Temples
?Dream Song 100: How this woman came by the courage
?Dream Song 101: A shallow lake, with many waterbirds
?Dream Song 102: The sunburnt terraces which swans make home
?Dream Song 103: I consider a song will be as humming-bird
?Dream Song 104: Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!
?Dream Song 105: As a kid I believed in democracy: I
?Dream Song 106: 28 July
?Dream Song 107: Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross
?Dream Song 108: Sixteen below. Our care like stranded hulls
?Dream Song 109: She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in
?Dream Song 110: It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that
?Dream Song 111: I miss him. When I get back to camp
?Dream Song 112: My framework is broken, I am coming to an end
?Dream Song 113: or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld
?Dream Song 114: Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines
?Dream Song 115: Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new
?Dream Song 116: Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way
?Dream Song 117: Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby
?Dream Song 118: He wondered: Do I love? all this applause
?Dream Song 119: Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York
?Dream Song 120: Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout
?Dream Song 121: Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it
?Dream Song 122: He published his girl's bottom in staid pages
?Dream Song 123: Daples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north
?Dream Song 124: Behold I bring you tidings of great joy
?Dream Song 125: Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water
?Dream Song 126: A Thurn
?Dream Song 127: Again, his friend's death made the man sit still
?Dream Song 128: A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Friday
?Dream Song 129: Thin as a sheet his mother came to him
?Dream Song 130: When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought
?Dream Song 131: Come touch me baby in his waking dream
?Dream Song 132: A Small Dream
?Dream Song 133: As he grew famous梐h, but what is fame?
?Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 & sick again at 9
?Dream Song 135: I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone'
?Dream Song 136: While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry
?Dream Song 171: Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or
?Dream Song 172: Your face broods
?Dream Song 176: All that hair flashing over
?Dream Song 224: Lonely in his great age
?Dream Song 265: I don't know one damned butterfly from another
?Dream Song 324: An Elegy for W.C.W., the lovely man
?Sonnet 104 - A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece
?Sonnet 115 - All we were going strong last night this time
?Sonnet 117 - All we were going strong
?Sonnet 96  
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