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 ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite "The boy stood on the burning deck." Love's the ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
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, ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
INSTEAD of a Song, boy's, I'll give you a Toast; Here's to the memory of those on the twelfth that ...
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
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