Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleased, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure. O thou, my ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
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