Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
In the house made of dawn. In the story made of dawn. On the trail of dawn. O, Talking God. ...
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