In the night (Stephen Crane Poem)
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. "O Master that movest ...
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. "O Master that movest ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation ...
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
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 ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
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