I stood upon a highway (Stephen Crane Poem)
I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth ...
I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics? What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
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 ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Noises from underground made gibber some others collected & dug henry up saying 'You are a sight.' Chilly, he muttered ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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