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 ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And ...
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
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