Richard Brautigan

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

Richard Brautigan Poems

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

Read the full of Love Poem

Man

With his hat on
he's about five inches taller
than a taxicab.

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