The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
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, ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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