Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Poems about four (51 Poems)
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Nine Things (Richard Brautigan Poem)
It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow ...
The Birds (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought ...
To Eliza (Lord Byron Poem)
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect, Who to woman deny the soul's future existence! Could they see thee, Eliza, ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Dream Song 97: Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig (John Berryman Poem)
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 (John Berryman Poem)
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
Dream Song 111: I miss him. When I get back to camp (John Berryman Poem)
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
Dream Song 62: That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears (John Berryman Poem)
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
Dream Song 71: Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four (John Berryman Poem)
Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four hearers in the racket of the market with ancient signs, infamous characters, new ...
Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body (John Berryman Poem)
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Up At A Villa- Down In The City (Robert Browning Poem)
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Any Wife To Any Husband (Robert Browning Poem)
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie (Robert Burns Poems)
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
Strayed Crab (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
The Monument (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Giant Snail (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...