American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Confessional · Contemporary · Excerpt · Poetry

John Berryman

The leaves fall, lives fall, every little while
you can count with stirring love on a new loss
& an emptier place.
The style is black jade at all seasons, the style
is burning leaves and a shelving of moss
over each planted face.

— John Berryman, from “191,” The Dream Songs (Noonday Press, 1994)

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