Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans' and measured his intake to the atmosphere of that fairly stable country. ...
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry studied the Torah, writing commentaries more likely to be burnt than printed. ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
Peter's not friendly. He gives me sideways looks. The architecture is far from reassuring. I feel uneasy. A pity,â?"the interview ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong. I asked for wisdom and God gave ...
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