The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
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, ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
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 ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
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