Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
The taxi makes the vegetables fly. 'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait. Past the bright lake up into the temple, ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
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