Here I Am … (Charles Bukowski Poem)
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
lost in a mirror star dreams on a night stage. before broken songs i just continue to dance while my ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
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 ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
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 ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
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