The Shower (Charles Bukowski Poem)
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite "The boy stood on the burning deck." Love's the ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
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