Richard Brautigan

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

Richard Brautigan Poems

41. Romeo And Juliet 1/13/2003
42. Coffee 1/13/2003
43. I Live In The Twentieth Century 1/13/2003
44. Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4 1/13/2003
45. -2 1/13/2003
46. 15% 1/13/2003
47. At The California Institute Of Technology 1/13/2003
48. Autobiography (Polish It Like A Piece Of Silver) 1/13/2003
49. Discovery 1/13/2003
50. Just Because 1/13/2003
51. 30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love 1/13/2003
52. December 30 1/13/2003
53. Color As Beginning 1/13/2003
54. Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door 1/13/2003
55. Your Catfish Friend 1/20/2003
56. I Feel Horrible. She Doesn'T 1/13/2003
57. Boo, Forever 1/13/2003
58. All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace 1/13/2003
59. Haiku Ambulance 1/13/2003
60. It's Raining In Love 1/13/2003
61. Gee, You'Re So Beautiful That It's Starting To Rain 1/13/2003
62. Love Poem 1/13/2003

Comments about Richard Brautigan

  • Andrea (4/11/2018 6:40:00 PM)

    by the way i love the poem you made that is called nine things! ! !

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  • Andrea (4/11/2018 6:38:00 PM)

    do you have an idea about a (just because poem) please because i need some ideas about a just because poem?

  • 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
    and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
    together for tribunal distance standing like
    a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo

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

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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Yes, The Fish Music

A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my fingers,
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
when they came to drink at the river.
The trout hid in subways, castles,
and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.

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