Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Muttered Henry:â?"Lord of matter, thus: upon some more unquiet spirit knock, my madnesses have cease. All the quarter astonishes a ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
HOW cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
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