Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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 ...
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 ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
Chorus-I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
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