The History Of One Tough Motherfucker (Charles Bukowski Poem)
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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