Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
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 ...
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 ...
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka's hat. ...
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest. (Matsuo Basho)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"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 ...
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, God send it soon. When I had most to say ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
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