Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
SO, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the ...
So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the ...
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
TURN again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can'st thou break his ...
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
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