Richard Brautigan

(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)

Richard Brautigan Poems

1. Let's Voyage Into The New American House 1/30/2012
2. Tournesol 1/30/2012
3. Poker Star 4/5/2010
4. The Lake Josephus Days 1/30/2012
5. The Double-Bed Dream Gallows 4/5/2010
6. The Galilee Hitch-Hiker 4/5/2010
7. The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster 4/5/2010
8. Part 8 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
9. Part 9 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
10. Part 5 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
11. Part 4 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
12. Part 7 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
13. Part 6 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
14. Part 10 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
15. Private Eye Lettuce 1/20/2003
16. Part 2 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
17. Milk For The Duck 1/13/2003
18. The Wait 4/5/2010
19. To England 1/1/2004
20. Mating Saliva 1/13/2003
21. Part 3 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
22. The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem 1/13/2003
23. The Fever Monument 1/13/2003
24. Part 1 Of Trout Fishing In America 1/13/2003
25. Man 1/13/2003
26. Nine Things 1/13/2003
27. Surprise 1/13/2003
28. A Boat 4/5/2010
29. San Francisco 1/13/2003
30. The First Winter Snow 1/20/2003
31. Less Time 1/30/2012
32. Yes, The Fish Music 1/13/2003
33. The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again 1/13/2003
34. We Stopped At Perfect Days 1/13/2003
35. Xerox Candy Bar 1/13/2003
36. My Nose Is Growing Old 1/13/2003
37. Please 1/13/2003
38. The Beautiful Poem 1/13/2003
39. I'Ve Never Had It Done So Gently Before 1/13/2003
40. Romeo And Juliet 1/13/2003

Comments about Richard Brautigan

  • A. Michael Sears (1/13/2006 2:08:00 PM)

    For some reason they have left off possibly my favorite Brautigan poem:

    I Cannot Answer You Tonight in Small Portions

    I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
    Torn apart by stormy loves gate, I float
    like a phantom facedown in a well where
    the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
    stars
    and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
    together for tribunal distance standing like
    a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
    skeletons.



    From 'The Pill v. the Springhill Mine Disaster.'

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Best Poem of Richard Brautigan

Love Poem

It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.

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Love Poem

It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.

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