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, ...
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
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 ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why -- made up the tale ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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