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 ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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