Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
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 ...
Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions When George's Grandmamma was told That George ...
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon ...
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the ...
After yesterday afternoon's blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
I'll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little ...
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