Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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