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 ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allen cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...
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