It seldom snowed – Part III (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
As he writes, without looking at the sea, he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble. The tide ...
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse - Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
Behold, my child, this touching scene, The golfer on the golfing-green; Pray mark his legs' uncanny swing, The golf-walk is ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
Laertes has groupies, proof he has taste, has cool. Wears skate-board clothes: elephant pants, the crotch snagging his knees, tent-size ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
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