Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was didvided ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
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