The Wait
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart. But the wait was worth it. Because I was in love.
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Knife
Build a wall around your heart, so that love can never get in. Love is crueler than the knife of a man that slit the throuts of four children.
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For Edna
For Edna and anybody else who happens to be around.
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My Name Is Richard Brautigan
My name is Richard Brautigan. I am twenty-one years old. I am an unknown poet. That does not mean I do not have any friends. It means mostly my friends know I am a poet, because I told them so.…
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Please
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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Night
Night again again night August 23
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Deer Tracks
Beautiful, sobbing, high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That's all.
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Let Us Please Learn New Words That Mean As Much as Direction:
Let us please learn new words that mean as much as direction: wife.
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At Last Our Bodies Coincide
At last our bodies coincide. I'll bet you thought this would never happen. Neither did I. It's a pleasant surprise.
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I Am Summoned by a Door
I am summoned by a door but forgotten by the knock and left standing here alone in a long silent hall, like a marble intestine, that knows my name.
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As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches
As the bruises fade, the lightning aches. Last week, making love, you bit me. Now the blue and dark have gone and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils, then paler to become until my body is all my own and what that ever got me.
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Snow Makes Me Sad
Flying East today first to Chicago, then North Carolina snow makes me sad below in the mountains of the West. It is a white sadness that rises from California, Nevada, Utah and Colorado to visit the airplane, to sit here beside me like a snowy 1943 map of my childhood.
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Pity the Morning Light That Refuses to Wait for Dawn
Pity the morning light that refuses to wait for dawn and rushes foolishly with its mercury pride to challenge a responsibility that knows only triumph and gently bends the stars to fit its will and cleans up afterwards all that poor wasted light, leaving not a trace behind.
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My Concern for Your Tomato Plants
I stare at your tomato plants. You're not, I'm not pleased with the way they are growing. I try to think of ways to help them. I study them. What do I know about tomatoes? "Perhaps some nitrate," I suggest. But I don't know anything and now I've taken…
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Melting Ice Cream at the Edge of Your Final Thought
Oh well, call it a life.
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All Secrets of Past Tense Have Just Come My Way
All the secrets of past tense have just come my way, but I still don't know what I'm going to do next.
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Up against the Ivory Tower
I'm sitting here (at a cafe) thinking about writing a poem. What will I write about? I don't know. I just feel like it when suddenly a young man in a hurry walks up to me and says, "Can I use your pen?" There's an envelope in his hand. "I want…
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In Her Sweetness Where She Folds My Wounds
In her sweetness where she folds my wounds there is a flower that bees cannot afford. It is too rich for them and would change their wings into operas and all their honey into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent California county. When she has finished folding all my wounds…
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Color as Beginning
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair.
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Too Many Lifetimes like This One, Right?
Too many lifetimes like this one, right? Hungover, surrounded by general goofiness, lonely, can't get it up, I feel just like a pile of bleached cat shit.
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