A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, ...
LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
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