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 ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they're lined up for blocks, so I'll go to bed with ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. Weather's severe there, which it will not mind. I miss it. ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld That isna Henry limping. That's a hobble clapped on mere Henry by the most ...
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
MY love, she's but a lassie yet, My love, she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year ...
Chorus.-Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take ...
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