Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid. In Thebes of Egypt In the dust They chanted ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
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