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 ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
Man I am and man would be, Love--merest man and nothing more. Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast of ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
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