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 ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. it comes down to the rain, ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
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